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.

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

b i t e the hand that feeds you; DARCY


Posted on March 29, 2019 by COBAIN
West


Cobain was pissed.

I think that was a fair enough description, it was the accurate words to describe the way his eyes were narrowed and his lips were twisted, his fanged teeth glistening dangerously behind his lips. There was a malicious sort of stoic gaze in his eyes. He was a wiry boy, though he had a secret strength given to him by his mistress. Slim around his waist with long limbs, he was an odd looking creature, especially with his burning red eyes. He grits his teeth as he moves through Syn, he was given a task and normally, he did not mind these things Risque ordered him to do, it got him away from her, from Dracy, and any night where he would not have to lay red eyes upon his mistress and her...lover was a good one in Cobain's books.

Deep red eyes narrow once more just thinking about what he would have to endure this evening. This has been some of the longest days that Risque has kept him around for in a long time. More often than not, Cobain was on the road; hunting. He had not been kept around this long since Tetradore had been no more than a little cub and they had all taken turns torturing the little twerp. He had easily become one of Risque's favorite and Cobain was then allowed his freedom. But now, the red eyed demon child was being kept under his mistress's thumb and he had no choice in the matter. The hell child was sick of having no choice. The dark haired boy was sick of being toyed with.

He brushes a hand through dark black locks with a certain amount of frustration. That lanky, yet toned body walks through Syn, the home of both beasts and monsters. The pale boy needs a moment, just a moment before he must endure this night with Darcy. He ducks behind a wall and can almost feel some sense of silence come over him. Cobain had come to terms long ago with what he is, though that does not mean he has found any sense of peace. He is simply what he is.

A monster.

Maybe, in the end, that is why he stays on the island of misfit toys, here are other monsters living among the shale-cast shadows, with hearts so twisted and poisoned, it's easy to blend in. There are other monsters here that have done far worse. Cobain can cast his sins onto the fire and the hell child can watch them burn to ash along with everyone else's.

His eyes for once, are dark and dangerous instead of ruby red. But he stares out into the distance, wrapped in a blanket off apathy as silver eyes and blonde hair dances before his vision. The monster inside him grins and lurches him forward. Cobain convinces himself he is indifferent to her fate. She can die and he won't bat an eyelash. Any part of him that houses any sort of compassion or caring had fastened itself to a balloon and floated peacefully away, far from all this. They have said that guilt and the dissolving of one's sanity, is something that comes quickly and sharp, but not for Cobain. It simply drifts away like clouds, so slow you hardly notice it passing until it has.

Silver.

Blonde.

You should kill her.

A part him thinks, maybe he will. And in a way he begins thinking of her as such. Thinking of her as his prey. His prey. hat an odd phrase to use after such a long time. No, Cobain is not a predator, and she was no prey, she is not even really a victim, just someone.

Someone who is going to die, Cobain?

Someone who is going to die.

Was this going to continue to torture him? She was a wretched thing, the way she twirled around without a care, without chains to bind her. Maybe Cobain is jealous, but the monster inside him feels no desire to be her, it simply wants to see her lifeless body upon the ground and to never have to look at those silver eyes again. Then, why couldn't he kill her?

He finally comes out from the shadows, knowing if he did not find Darcy soon, Risque would find Darcy, without Cobain, which means Risque would come to find him. Which, for Cobain, it would certainly not end well. The lanky vampire moves through the crowd, those eyes still dark, his thirst quenched for now, and they flicker every which way, trying to spot the man. It is only when he moves towards the stairs that Cobain seems to find him.

Cobain sighs inwardly, this was going to be a long night already, he could tell. Just looking at Darcy makes Cobain fill with a sort of rage that only the twisted cowboy could bring out of him. HIs sick affection for their mistress only made everything worse. He looked upon Risque like she was some sort of god rather than the she devil she truly was. His soul was damned anyway, maybe he could take Darcy out too. But he knows, he knows he is not strong enough against the man, and even if, somehow, he got the upper hand on Darcy, he knows the maker's voice inside of Cobain's head would never allow any sort of harm to be fall the man from his hand.

"Darcy," he practically growls out towards the man. "Risque has requested a job...for the two of use to attend to," he says, already clearly annoyed with the prospect. This was certainly not Cobain's idea of an ideal evening. Earthen eyes narrow as they begin to grow red slowly. "Are you ready to go now, or do you need to kiss Risque's ass again before we go?"

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