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

she doesn't care about your words or how you'll save her


Posted on July 18, 2021 by leila
West

leila

A blood curdling scream tore through Leila's throat as she glanced over her shoulder at the men that chased her down the alleyway. She could see their cheshire smiles in the low lamp light, the very sound of her voice seemed to spur them onward as their feet rang out against the cobblestone. Leila darted towards the alleyway on her left, the darkness hardly frightening her as she cut through past the boxes piled outside the businesses. The men were hot on her tail, calling to her as they ran with their sneering low voices but she ignored them as she cut across the dark and quiet street. It was late and here in the West side, there were less people out and about -at least, not here. Her pace slackened just a bit, the two men drawing ever closer as her bright blue eyes scanned the streets. She knew exactly where she was. Just three blocks to go. She just had to run another three blocks. She could do three blocks. Three blocks was manageable, at least, that's what she tried to tell herself as she ran into another alleyway. In the dimness of the night, she hardly noticed the uneven cobblestone underground until the tip of her shoe caught onto the very edge of one just too high stone. Another scream left her lips in shock as Leila tumbled to the ground with a hard thud. Shit! No, no, no, no, no! The fairy scrambled to her feet, launching forward just as the two men closed the distance between them, one calloused hand grabbed her around her wrist, pulling her back towards him and into his chest.

He reeked. He smelled horribly of alcohol and dirt and grime. "Let me go!" She shouted at him as she stepped backward, trying to pull out of his grasp with all her might and yet, all he did was laugh at her in that gruff voice. "Well look at what we have here..." His friend chortled as he stepped closer towards her, the pair keen to close off any hope for escape. Damn. Leila pulled back with all her might, her efforts rewarding her with little more than a rough shove. Her body slammed against the brick wall, pushing the air from her lungs. The last thing she anticipated, however, was the sound of a voice to pierce through their goading muttering. The feminine notes immediately drew not only the attention of the two men, but also of Leila herself. The bright blue of her eyes fell upon her would-be rescuer. How...unexpected this change of events was! Immediately, a hint of recognition filled the petite fae. The voices of her muggers were almost lost upon Leila's ears as she stared attentively at the woman in dark leather clothing. She...was a Dark Hunter. They, in comparison, stood little chance. Almost on cue, the Hunter's leg kicked out, making content with the knee of the man who held her. That howl of pain filled the alley way as he released his once firm hold upon Leila's arm and, without a hint of hesitation, the seemingly youthful fae took off down the alleyway, only to duck behind the dumpster at the opposite end of the alley.

She peeked out from her makeshift hiding place, her brunette locks swaying as she eyed the Dark Hunter and the human man who had been stalking her. Hardly a word was required from her lips before the other man took off town the alley - outright running from the woman. The other man, however, remained upon the ground, howling in pain as he rolled, clutching his knee. It was only once Leila was certain the encounter was over that she stepped out of her hiding place, only to approach the fallen fellow and the Dark Hunter that had intervened on her behalf. The bright blue of her gaze scanned the female once more in brief consideration. She was...young. Or rather, she was just old enough to think she was invincible, to think she had figured things out, to think she'd become good enough at hunting to survive...but in comparison to Leila...she was just a child. Even her own daughter was older than her. Those thoughts were put aside for now, however, as Leila carefully stepped around the man on the ground. "Oh my God, thank you so much! You're absolutely amazing! You took care of them so quickly!" She gushed as she looked up at the slightly taller woman. "I know this...a bit...much but...would you...be okay maybe..walking me home? It's only three more blocks that way and...well...I'm scared the other one might come back...or worse...a vampire." She gestured in the direction she had been running as she spoke, only to tuck her brunette hair behind her ear as she shyly glanced up at the woman.

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