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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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
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
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
She couldn't help but wish before she even stepped into that doorway that Kohl wasn't really here. She was hoping it was all a bluff just to lure her out for Viktor. That he was ten thousand miles away and out of harm's way was the only thing that kept her going. It was too good to be true though. It all came crashing down all around her when she saw that prone body tied up in the middle of the room, the only one with a light on. How villianous and predictable. Kohl was really here though and she knew she was stuck. Now she'd have no choice but to fight, cause there was no way she was leaving him here to die. He deserved better. He always had. Before she might have wanted to fight on her own terms, in a location of her choosing. She would have done some talking and bluffing here maybe and then found a loop hole and escaped, but now that plan was up in smoke. She couldn't leave him here. Maybe if she got him out of here, negotiated or made him an escape route, maybe then she could think about her own escape but until then, she was stuck.
She couldn't stop her feet from going to him, even knowing it was a trap. She would always go to him. Her heart betrayed her at every step. Her breathing was ragged and short, praying with every step that he wasn't really here, that he was just a mirage, some nightmare from her own mind's making. But the closer she got, the more she could make out his unique heart stopping features and she knew without a doubt that it was really Kohl. She stooped down in front of him, unable to keep herself from reaching out to touch him. God, how long had it been since she'd been able to touch him? Far too long. His jaw had that sexy stubble she always liked and his eyes that blinked up at her in surprise were so bright and concerned that she wanted to kiss him right here and now. Just to kiss away the fear for her she saw so clearly there. He told her that he didn't leave, that he couldn't, but then he told her to leave. She started to shake her head, to tell him there wasn't a chance in hell she was going anywhere now that she'd found him but Viktor cut them both off. Asshole.
She found a moment to slip Kohl a blade before she turned to Viktor, slowly standing with her body placed firmly between him and Kohl. She could feel the steel of the blade and knew Kohl was already trying to cut the ropes. She tried to help him as discreetly as she could, reaching for her powers of manipulation to add more angle and power to the strokes of the blade so he could get free that much faster. The quicker he was out of harm's way, the quicker she could hopefully get them both out of here, or at least him. She didn't care about fighting anymore, not when she had Kohl to protect. She wouldn't let anything happen to him, not if she could help it. She didn't want him to fight. She just wanted him to escape. Viktor did his share of talking, in fact, more than his share. She tuned out most of it, her senses still mostly on that blade in Kohl's hand, helping it stay sharp and true as it sawed through the rope.
She could care less what Viktor said to her. He could insult her all day long, call her whatever he wanted. As long as Kohl got out of here. But then she heard his familiar voice from behind her and air hissed through her teeth as she tensed. She knew Viktor's answer already. Of course he didn't want money. He had boat loads. Viktor was in a good mood tonight, it would seem though. He laughed out loud before shaking his head. "Money? If I wanted money, your precious Council would be bankrupt. No, silly little man, I don't want money. What I want is much more...personal." He hissed the last word, his gaze dragging slowly over Kat from head to toe. She shivered in disgust but stood her ground. She only felt a sliver of hope when she sensed the blade had done its job. Kohl was free. So now he needed an escape route. She glanced around the room, taking in the figures standing around them in almost a perfect circle. The door was still open, blocked by about three good sized men. That was his opening.
Kohl then chose that moment to insult Viktor and Kat heard herself groan softly in disapproval. Viktor glared at Kohl for a moment before stepping closer to Kat. "Oh no, this little gift..." He stopped when he was right in front of Kat, staring right into her eyes as he spoke. "...was left by your precious girlfriend." He sneered, his eyes growing cold. Kat met his gaze with her own steely one, thinking only of keeping him away from Kohl. "Come to repay the favor? Go ahead. Cut me up. Torture me. Just. Let. Him. Go." She said the last words very slowly with a pause between each one, meeting his gaze the whole time. He chuckled again and shook his head. "Not a chance, love." He purred the word he used to call her affectionately when she was under his care. Reaching up, he trailed a finger across her cheek and down her jaw. She tensed but didn't move, her jaw clenching. She knew what was coming, though, thanks to her powers of prediction.
With viper-like reflexes, Viktor suddenly drew back and went to back hand Kat. With anyone else, she wouldn't have had time to react and it would have been a hard blow, probably enough to send her rolling or even fracture her jaw. But thankfully, she saw it coming and drew in her breath, ducking at the last minute. She rolled back on her heels and spun around, drawing three blades and sending them flying at the men guarding the door as she spun back around. "Kohl, run!" She yelled right as she kicked Viktor's ankles out from under him on her way back around. He grunted, heading toward the ground as her blades hit home, one in the gut, one in the neck, and one in the chest. The men grunted and fell. She saw it all happening as if in slow motion, her eyes only on Kohl, wanting to see him running for that door. She needed him gone if she was going to finish this. She couldn't concentrate while he was in harm's way.