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

bite me


Posted on June 30, 2014 by Erik Tolgan
West


I should have known peace and quiet wasn't in the books for today. I knew I could sense someone else but with all the hunters around, I couldn't be sure who so I let them be. It wasn't worth my time until I was out of harm's way anyway. So instead I let my kidnappers think they had me. I smirked at them as they waited for me to burn in the sun and when I didn't, I got to watch all their dreams turn to ash. It was quite satisfying. When the brazen hunter came at me with a stake, what did he espect? That I would stand and let him end me? I think not. I've lived far too long to go out like this. When I go out, it's got to be good...and I'd better be naked. All I'm saying.

I break the ropes easily and toss the guy like a twig, watching his body break against the big trunk. Of course I hear the scream from the girl who suddenly pops out from behind another tree as she stares at the body. Meanwhile the rest of the hunters scatter like bugs. I watch them go with a snort but the girl draws my attention back. Why is she still here? Shouldn't she be running? She looks scared to death, her legs visibly trembling. I tilt my head at her exclamation, my eyes expectant, clearly saying 'and your point is...?' I wait patiently for the shock to overcome her. She'll either faint or run. My money's on fainting.

Her question makes me grin, showing pearly whites as my fangs extend. That should answer her question well enough. I throw out my arms like it's a show, letting her a good eyeful before I retract them back in. I move toward her like a predator, my steps graceful and full of purpose. Circling behind her, I whisper in her ear, my voice like silk.

"And I know fully well what you are, my dear, so give me one good reason why I should spare you."

I'm playing with her, like a cat toying with a mouse. I don't really want to kill her, but I do want to see her dance.


Erik Tolgan
Bite Me


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