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

to the stars who listen


Posted on February 17, 2022 by vhalla
West

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


It wasn't exactly like she had been in similar positions before, though perhaps she hadn't been in a position where she actually cared what happened to her unwilling partner in crime. The moment she had met Spencer, an immediate distaste had curled it's way through her body, his arrogant and haughty face made her want to punch him. In the mouth. Hard. However, she had to take into consideration that she did threaten to burn his shop down. Vhalla was certain their initial feelings towards each other were similar. It wasn't until after she had manipulated him into dinner with her that she realized he actually was a decent guy and spectacularly skilled at making lethal concoctions. Just because she had realized that, abandoning him on the shittier parts of the city was just her being cruel, sometimes she couldn't help it. Making friends was something she wasn't adept at, nor could she get particularly close to anyone without having Ivan to contend with. The vampire made her life a living hell most days.

Vhalla wanted to keep up the mask of being a bitch but Spencer had managed to cool that rage... slightly. She realized she rather enjoyed harassing and taunting him but before it was just to be mean, now she was simply enjoying the banter and getting under his skin.

Extending that scarred hand to grip his firmly, she watches a sense of calm engulf him, though she can see a flash of curiosity which cause her to internally wince. She had hoped he would have simply saw over her little declaration of not being able to leave but Spencer was many things, especially attentive. Vhal was certain he would bring up that piece of conversation later, something she would try desperately to get out of. Releasing his hand, she presses her back firmly against the wall, her glacier gaze peering around him, searching for the wandering security, butlers, servers, whatever they were. The two were hidden in the alcove relatively well, though she knew someone had been watching, they would be here any moment and if they didn't look... well, like they needed a room, they would lose their chance at a peaceful invite to the upper floors.

She watches Spencer turn his head slightly, following her gaze before he looks back at her. The look he gives her has her shoulders slumping in relief, though she doesn't allow herself to fall into that feeling, she had far too much work to do tonight. When he speaks, she can't help the curl of her lips, the shape mocking though her eyes are genuine as she shrugs, "As far as I'm concerned, I'm the one getting the short end of the stick in this situation," her grin widens, as rough, slender fingers reach out towards him, wrapping around his tie. She doesn't pull him towards her, though she tugs it lightly, making sure that he was, in fact, accepting this... situation. His next statement has her rolling her eyes, "Is it always about the money? Don't you enjoy my charming self?" She winks at him, just as he takes a step towards her until he's almost flush against her. Tilting her head back, she looks up at him, her body radiating enough heat to warm both of them. Though, the humor dies, the smile sliding from her face,

"Sorry," she mumbles, softly enough that he can hear but hoping he doesn't. Sincerity and apologies wasn't her thing but she felt like she owed him something, especially after what they were about to do. Releasing his tie, she plants her hands on his chest and slides them up, before wrapping her arms around his neck. Leaning forward, she brushes her lips against his ear, "We have to make this look real" she breathes, reiterating, "Pretend I'm someone else if you need to," she whispers again before sucking his lobe between her teeth and biting gently, only to let her lips travel down his neck a moment later, planting a kiss against his jugular before she leans back, eyes slitting as she holds his gaze. "Our little PG kiss from earlier isn't going to cut it this time," she warns under her breath, eyes darting to his lips.

"I hope you can do better than before," she taunts, laughing quietly before tugging him down and kissing him. Hard. Vhalla think she rather enjoyed pissing the warlock off.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered