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 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

I can feel it in the atmosphere;


Posted on July 11, 2019 by Mira Ramos
West

We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;


An impish look slowly seemed to melt her worried features, her golden eyes gleaming slightly, not willing to question this. Even though they sat nestled just beneath the surface, burning a hole there. "Oh, nothing, you just surprised me." That small near coy smile played at the corners of her lips. That conversation seamless directed toward that bike, that soft snort escaped him, revealing she had picked it. Her expression had almost shifted bashful then, if only for a glimpse of a moment. Maybe, there was a little truth in that. She had been ogling at those bikes for months, unable to help her head and eyes following them when they passed. She vowed from the bottom of her heart, that one day.... All those tips would eventually grow into a bike of her own. She hadn't been that obvious, had she? Alright... maybe just a little... She had to admit, even now, to see it up close was even more mesmerizing, as if begging to be ridden. Sure, Tetradore's own was impressive, hell, it was a beast with the looks to match that motorbike. "Who me? Was I really that obvious? I suppose that makes you a pretty decent listener then." She rose a darkened manicured brow, there was that teasing hint laced within her words. It sure was pretty, hell, she could hardly hide that awe from her features. She gathered their meal and that helmet as a sort of eagerness began to rise within her, she hardly knew where they were going, but it hardly seemed to matter. The pair were nothing short of spontaneous it would seem when it came to their outings. The fact that they needed to teleport there, rose a little curious suspicion, only distracted with the scent of food toying with her nostrils, inquisitive of what the kitchen had concocted just as much as his own plan. Once she perched herself of that striking bike, she slipped her hand into his waiting one, delving into that peaked promise for some of the best roads in the world. Just to ride that bike she perched on would have been enough.

The shadowy tendrils of his affinity soon swallowed and swept them away in a disoriented tailspin into dark chaos, that vertigo seizing her relentlessly. Yet enveloped within that velveteen darkness that had all but swallowed the pair whole, she hardly could not help her eyes from closing, feeling a sense of comfort that the darkness came from her. She was hardly afraid from the dark, but the thought of being swallowed whole by that very entity, perpetually falling and spinning seemed utterly terrifying. It was her trust in that very hand to not let her go that the woman takes solace within. Thankfully, that teleportation was incredibly fast even though it had felt longer. She gripped tighter to her own bike, squeezing his hand as if to remind herself that he was her anchor. At the very least, despite the overwhelming sensations of teleportation she felt relief and then pure and complete shock at where they were... How exotic it seemed, the scent of the ocean even smelled differently than the one at home, the other lingering scents upon that very breeze like the native grasses, flowers and trees, there was almost a sweet smell of morning to the air around her that enveloped her in a sense of ease. It didn't take much time nor recognition to realize they were far from home, if it wasn't for the rising sun's warm glow encasing the earth around them with golden light. It was beautiful. In spite herself the woman smiled although slightly stunned at the sudden brightness that assaults their adjusting eyes.

It was clear that Tetradore was utterly spent, the use of his impressive power nothing short of more than she had ever seen him use before. He seemed almost catlike the way he yawned and stretched, remaining entirely casual about the entire scenario while Mira found herself... utterly intrigued. Her mind trilling with wonder and fascination. The soft sound of waves crashing in the distance had seemed inviting, not to mention the utter serenity of this place in comparison to the Ark was a striking contrast. How she hardly knew she had been craving this. "Any place I live... has to have an ocean nearby.. I've decided." She uttered near under hear breath, almost wistfully more to herself, admiring its tumultuous vastness. How she had grown to love its scent, the sounds, the sand between her toes. When you looked out into that vast body of water, it made your own issues seem so much smaller.

She dismounted her bike, it decidedly seemed odd on top of that wall, but she hardly noticed, far more content to rush toward the side structure that expanded almost endlessly across the horizon, her eyes scanning her surroundings as though they would suddenly vanish from view. That tall stone wall they perched upon was surely iconic, one that most people could pinpoint. But that would mean they were in China. How she could hardly think of food now as she takes in those sights, that question falling smoothly from her lips catching that sleepy smile on the were-kings face. She had to admit, his sleepy smile was one of her favourites, he looked so unburdened, sweet, perhaps even vulnerable. Her golden eyes draw down toward the curves of his lips before meeting his emerald gaze, that laughter escaping her. The jest easily falling from her them at the puzzling question if this was in fact breakfast. She idly ran her hands through her rich locks as that sea breeze only seamed to tousle it further. "Damn right, the most important meal of the day.. only today.. we get it twice. You won't see me complaining though." She lifted her gaze to watch him stretch out his legs comfortably mirroring her own position.

She found her spot along the cement bricks with the food that contained their, whatever meal it was... it smelled delicious. Tetradore soon joined her as she plucked out those contents from the bag, a wrapped still warm.... Sandwich maybe, nestled within the neatly concealed wrapper, the contents warm within her hand, she placed one on her lap before reaching for the second one. That admittance that she had never been, hell the woman hadn't been to all that many places in her relatively short life. "I've already been here for a few minutes and I am already amazed. I hope anyone we need to speak to knows a little English because I know nothing.." She smirked amusedly at the thought of suddenly being placed somewhere in the word where the culture was so vastly different from their own. How she would even put money on the fact that those chances of anyone speaking Spanish were almost nil.

Mira then easily offered him a neatly wrapped meal. They both deftly peeled off the wrapping curious to find out what tasty morsel was inside, only to reveal those freshly cooked calzones. They eyed each other suspiciously, apparently he was just as oblivious to what this was as she was. Some mystery crust wrapped surprise. It smelled good whatever it was, she smelled it once more.. Whatever it was.. it smelled damn good. Tetradore was already stuffing his face before she had a chance to take a bite of her own. His exclamation made her laugh before she took a bite of her own, the blend of flavours delightful to the taste. The gooey cheese and tomato sauce definitely had Tetradore's depiction correct. "It definitely is like pizza.... Its like.. a fancy pizza pocket. I don't care what kind of Italian concoction it is.. if this was my last meal I think I would die happy." One could never go wrong with cheese and lots of it. She was surprised, just how hungry she was. "The people in the kitchen have been holding out on us.. I think I need more of these in my life." She replied happily, enjoying each bite of the cheesy concoction. Once they finished their meal, the animal part of her almost wanted to curl up into Tetradore and take a little nap. But with the looming prospects of China and the chance to ride that Ducatti, she wasn't sure she could even sit still long enough for the sweet caress of sleep to take her. Absently she rests her hand on her stomach, tipping her head back. "God that was good.." Too good, good enough to be lethal.

" Damn right I am.. As long as your ready to see how fast this bike can go.." She rose easily to her feet, her stomach felt entirely sated, perhaps even too sated. She regretted nothing. "You good? After that meal and some serious teleporting skills, I wouldn't blame you if you needed a little cat nap.." She grinned at him, her eyes feigning innocence but her smile almost wolfish the she-wolf was more than content to play.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS




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