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

ain't youth meant to be beautiful?


Posted on August 20, 2014 by alice
West




In the moments leading up to his answer, the auburn-haired girl took the time to look at him, as he was doing the same. He was attractive, in the way that made you expect to find him in the wheatfields. His eyes were peculiar, ripples of azure circling his pupil and as he blinked, and his eyes were revealed once more, she could see the glistening molten gold hue that was mixed in there as well. It was beautiful.. and to be honest with herself she found him beautiful, in a less modern kind of way. Perhaps he was southern, though Alice did not care very much either way, as it would only interest her if he had similar beginnings as her. It was a decision she did not make to leave France, her creator's decision entirely and once she had, she made the decision to part from her creator, which pained her, not because she favored her creator but when she was changed, she was made to.

Releasing herself from her trailing thoughts, she returned to the moment, that might as well be her last. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for his answer, but was relieved when it was that he was no threat to her, or her kind, or at least until he got better shoes on. Opening her eyes, Alice tilted her head back to gaze at the sky, enjoying the feeling of cool air basking her pale skin.

"Ah... but then again keeping big cats as pets would be more useful than a hunky security guard would ever be." She turned to look at him, wishing he would take off his glasses so she could gaze at his irises for a little while longer. Alice wondered why he wore those, it was nearly midnight after all, and she almost thought to ask until he spoke again, this time encouraging a small bout of laughter from her lips. Shrugging her shoulders, she lifted a brow, thought about retorting before deciding to play along instead.

"Must've been, I don't see any reason why they would be repelled from you otherwise. Her simper dissipated as he moved away, and began to walk, before stopping, turning to speak to her. Was this farewell? But as he spoke, she would've had to be deaf not to hear the invitation, and so she fell into step with him, her eyes gleaming as he introduced himself at last.

"Well Kohl, as you embark on this grave and dangerous journey, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?" Lifting a brow, she glanced questioningly at him before returning her gaze to the stretch of cement before her, though she knew she would not trip, even if she was blindfolded and her leg was tied with Kohl's. Ninety years of walking made for graceful steps that rarely faltered. The realization of her experience, reminding her how drastically her age compared to his, as it was obvious he hadn't been a hunter very long, and his charismatic personality hinted he didn't embraced his new lifestyle either. Glancing over at him again, Alice elbowed him playfully, her eyes twinkling with merriment.

"You know, you shouldn't be in the company of such old women, it's quite strange."


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