West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

A Shadow Follows The Walker


Posted on February 27, 2018 by Gideon Reynard
West
None Of It Has Ever Satisfied My Soul

As he stood in the shadows, clutching that ever so sharp and precious knife that once belonged to his now dead brother, he cloaked himself to blend in the shadows he was already clinging to like his life was depending upon his decision at this moment. And it could very well be that it was down to those circumstances, but he had a feeling it was better to play it safe than be sorry. After all, he wasn't about to find out what it's like to die as a Fae. Who knows what horrible fate awaited a dead Fae in the Afterlife... If there even was one for that matter...
As Gideon stood, he allowed himself to enter that ever so familiar trance he had become accustomed to entering: First he would allow his heart beat to slow down to the slowest rhythm possible, like it was being frozen. Next, his breathing was as quiet as a gentle breeze that flittered in the air... He was now in that perfect state of mind where he was ready to leap out if he needed to, and strike down an unwary soul that was possibly after him.


It wouldn't be a surprise to him if this was the case: After all, his name held wait in most places. As far as he knew it did, but perhaps the changed times that have fallen upon the world would mean that he was no longer a person with a bounty on his head... But he wasn't sure if his family and his name were printed in books: Wouldn't be a shock if this was the case, truth be told. They were famous assassins, and he himself had been given a title of the utmost notorious nature. Most people would scream at the sound of "Kingslayer" back in the Medieval times. It was a powerful tool, and he did wonder if he could still use it to his advantage.. Gideon did smirk a bit at this idea that he had leverage in his arsenal, other than his extraordinary assassin skills.
As he reached the edge of the warehouse he was hugging, he tuned his ears and heard a soft, but prominent voice. It was apparent that it was a female voice that was making all that racket. Being careful as to not make any sudden noise, he peeked out from behind his cover and saw a dark haired woman just standing in the sunlight: Out in the wide open...


She didn't seem like a dangerous person at first glance, but Gideon knew better than to make such a brash assumption. But yet, it seemed to safe to pass that judgement. She just jingling keys and, talking with herself? What in the world was she on about? Was she crazy or maybe talking to a familiar that was cloaked like he was? The possibilities were there, but he couldn't really put his finger down on one of the two...
"Maybe I won't have to kill you after all...Maybe..."
He thought to himself as he would lean back against the wall and put his blade away. Taking a deep breath and exhaling quietly, he uncloaked himself and gave himself a moment to think this through.


The Raven haired Greek took another deep breath for good health, and stepped out of the shadows. His dark blue gear looked a lot lighter in the warm sunlight, that Gideon seemed to also enjoy. Maybe it was the strong Greek in his blood that gave him a love for the sun. He put his hands in the air as the woman turned to him, he offered a calm and flashy smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna rob you or anything."
He stated to her as he kept that calm and flashy smile on his tanned face.



The King Slayer Reynard
♥ dante

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