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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

hush, when no one is around, my dear


Posted on August 19, 2020 by Piper Aldersley
West

I've been reading books of old the legends and the myths



Piper's entire being was ill-prepared for the way that the Dark Hunter released her. She was unaware of just how much she was relying on the man to hold her upright until his body was no longer against hers and she stumbled forward. Her eyes never left the body of the now silent vampire, nor the very human-looking blood that pooled around their feet. How easy it had been to think of the creature as the monster from her nightmares. Piper had been entirely willing to allow the Hunter to plunge that blade into the chest of the monster that was trying to kill them. But now, with the body at her feet and the knife in her hands, Piper's very human guilt was creeping up on her, along with the overwhelming sensations of shock and pure adrenaline. Piper felt as though her world was spinning. Her thoughts seemed to race faster and faster, each thought passing through her head before she had time to process her own actions. Piper dropped the blade in her hands, barely acknowledging the clanging of the silver as it landed on the pavement under her feet. But she didn't focus on that at all before she had launched herself back into the arms of the dark-haired Hunter and her lips were pressed firmly against his.

Piper's past kisses had been intimate things, hardly ones in dark alleyways with men whose names she didn't even know. And yet, that kiss with the Dark Hunter was one of the most exhilarating of her life, even if it went entirely unreturned. She wasn't sure exactly what she had been expecting, but the sensation of being pushed back and away from him was not it. The girl teetered on her heels as she grabbed ahold of him to steady herself, the blue of her gaze flashing up to his for a brief moment as the apology came from her lips, her normally dulcet voice frantic and full of the excitement the evening had held. But the handsome hunter in front of her hardly held her attention for long - her eyes flitted to the body at their feet. God, she had murdered someone. Or rather, he had... with her knife in her own hand. The realization of what she had done crashed into her all at once, that adrenaline rapidly becoming replaced by a sense of dread. Her fingers tangled in her hair, as she voiced aloud her worries of the arrest that would certainly happen at any time.

At the sound of his voice, Piper turned her attention to the man at her side. The words that came from those lips that had so captured her attention moments ago seemed recited, as though he were reading from a textbook. "Forgive me if I don't quite believe-" Piper's voice was cut off by the man's declaration of finding something. That simple gesture of picking up his cell phone seemed far too mundane for the moment, especially with the body bleeding out on the pavement. Piper's lips parted to say something of the sort, though no words seemed to come to her. Instead, she watched the man turn on the screen. Even Piper winced at the crack became visible. "I... I'm so sorry." She stammered out, once again yanking her hand through her tangled hair. "I can... I can replace that for you. Or..." Her voice trailed off, Piper struggling to figure out the proper gesture to repay the man who had clearly saved her life.

"Let me buy you a drink. Or dinner." Piper insisted, reaching forward to catch his sleeve and draw his attention to her once more. "Dinner, please. I have so many questions." She didn't allow him to protest, instead she pulled him back down the alleyway and out onto the lit Western streets, the girl filled with a sudden need to put as much distance as possible between herself and the dead body. And, though she wouldn't admit it out loud, the girl was certainly terrified to be alone lest another creature attack her. Her attention remained steadfast on the boy, though she released his arm as they fell into step along the sidewalk. "You're a Hunter," That much was obvious, though it didn't stop Piper from saying it. "You... the flames... that is your power? And you..." Her voice trailed off, finding that she seemed unable to come up with a complete sentence. Instead, her crystalline eyes looked up and met his. Her adrenaline had faded into pure anxiety and terror, those feelings entirely present in the way she looked at the boy. "And I'm safe now?"

piper aldersley

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