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

hello, darling


Posted on May 20, 2019 by Andras Stein
West

death incarnate & night triumphant

It didn't take long for the Faerie Lord to realize the man before him could be described as nothing more than crude. Whether he was older or not remained to be seen, Andras curious as to how a faerie like him had lived so long. Staggering drunkenly through a shady neighborhood, his pointed ears on full display, it was as if he were begging for a Hunter to turn up so they could start a fight. A fight that would surely decimate the park they now found themselves in. Immortal battles were not to be taken lightly, he had seen immortal temper tantrums that had destroyed entire towns. Though, Andras hardly thought that this man was intentionally trying to pick a fight, perhaps he was just lucky. Something he shrugged off as his brows raise at the man before him as he continues to go on about the feral cats. He desperately wants to shake his head, but refrains, instead that cool, simpering mask remains on his face as he regards the faerie across from him. Andras hardly comments about the cats again, the little creatures not particularly fond of him as it was.

As his dark hazel eyes shift to the woman laying across the bench, his curiosity getting the better of him as he asks if he's going to call her a cab. The glare that is thrown his way merely has the High Lord simpering at him, his shoulders shrugging in a nonchalance sort of way. No, he wasn't accusing and yet, this stranger thought he was. Be what it may, he was beginning to realize this man seemed rather volatile, and whether it was due to the alcohol consumption or not... well, that remained to be seen. His answer is quick in response, Andras merely arching a brow in his direction as he gives a nod. He truly wouldn't have cared either way if he had arranged a ride home for her or not, Andras would have taken care of it after the man left. Still, the fact that the stranger had stolen from the sleeping human troubled him. A petty thing to do but who was he to judge? He had done some unquestionable things in his long existence.

His dark hazel eyes travel back to the meticulously dressed man, his pose mirroring his own; hands thrust into pockets. His question has a small smile stretching at his lips, though it wasn't entirely void of all warmth, it still was, perhaps a little dangerous looking. "Andras Stein, at your service," he responds, his lightly accented words easily drifting across the darkness. He wasn't entirely certain if the man had heard of him, though there were rumors that had spread across Sacrosanct of a Faerie Lord within the city. Of course, all those rumors were untrue, of the cruel king who held no mercy and yet, it was a defense mechanism. Let the world think he was a monster to keep his people safe; what he wouldn't do to keep his court from prying eyes.

The next question has a genuine chuckle falling from his lips. I suppose he was nothing more than a stalker in this man's eyes, "I make it my habit of knowing what faeries live in the city, who isn't apart of a court," he responds smoothly, tilting his head slightly, "There are rumors of dark faeries that have made Sacrosanct their home, faeries that have harassed my court and I intend to hunt them down," again, a casual comment though a threat underlaid his words as his dark hazel eyes travel to the man again, his hands failing from his pockets to be held loosely at his side. "You aren't one of those faeries who have harmed my court but perhaps you know of any others within the city?" He questions, Andras already having done his research on Boone Kendrick, though he hardly was about to admit he had, in fact, stalked the man. The man was an alcoholic, vulgar and seemingly allows looking for a good time, he hardly thought he was capable of hurting anyone within his court. Then again, he had been wrong before, though he was certain Boone hadn't been apart of Lani's abduction.

"I've offered my name, it's only fair you offer yours," Andras states, another smile stretching his lips, though this one is perhaps a bit more welcoming, now that he had deemed the male before him as a non-threat.

Andras Steinhello darling

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