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

SHE WAS BORN AND TAUGHT TO ROAR.


Posted on July 07, 2014 by Andy Aithne
West
andy k. aithne
she was born and taught to roar
The brunette Witch exhales forcefully as she rounds the corner and jogs down through the next block. Her face is flushed a bright red. Her long hair strung up into a ponytail, the strands billowing behind her with each rhythmic footfall. The earbuds that spit out loud rock music threaten to fall from Andy's ears and she takes a second to adjust them before powering into her run again. Clothed in running shorts and a black racerback, the lithe woman revels in the cool breeze that offers reprieve from her late-night exercise.

Andy checks her watch briefly - she was nearly 45 minutes into her run - before turning her amber gaze back to the sidewalk before her and nearly barreling into the brunette man that was standing in front of an old, abandoned cabin. "Fuck!" The woman sidesteps swiftly and comes to a stop, pulling her earbuds from her ears. "I'm so sorry. I frequently forget to pay attention to where I'm going." She smiles sheepishly, her heart still pounding aggressively, spreading her silver blood through her body with a renewed speed. She's able to fully analyze the man in front of her now that her adrenaline no longer has the best of her, amber eyes swiftly roving his frame and the architecture of his face. Vampire. It was the sharp angles of his expressions and his eyes that gave him away. Andy smiles appreciately - vampires made the best companions, as Aaron and Evangeline had proven to her thus far.

She extends her hand to the brunette man. "I'm Andy."

Her amber eyes flick away from the Vampire and focus over his shoulder momentarily. They watch the contours of their surroundings, watching intently for anyone (or anything) lurking just outside of the moonlight. It would be bad - not only for her newest acquaintance - but for herself if a Dark Hunter decided to show up during this meeting. She'd never been able to make friends with them; they were always too trigger happy for her taste, and the Witch wasn't in the mood to be shot or stabbed or eaten this evening.

witch . river dale . single    ||    tagged: open

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