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
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
tsunami
Posted on May 18, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
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I can see the confidence in every contour of the girl before me and my face is filled with envy that I could feel so invulnerable. She must have a strong pack of large predators like herself to make her feel so safe and unable to be harmed. I guess that's what it's like to be in a pack that supports you. I can see that she feels no fear from me and that doesn't offend me. I know that I am not one to be feared. I am near the bottom of the food chain when it comes to food, mostly a scavenger while she is a hunter, a carnivore and predator. She steps forward toward me so that I can see her better and asks what I am. I blink a few times, not used to such a forward question. Ducking my head some, I murmur lightly. "I am a WereFox." The woman seems so calm after what just happened in the alley back there, almost as if gashing up that man was nothing. I'm still trembling a little from the whole ordeal but she seems untouched. I wouldn't know about the proper etiquette when it comes to asking another Were what they are. In my pack, we all knew what the other was because we were a pack of foxes. I had never seen another kind of Were in my twenty four years before coming here. It's a new experience every day. I can see the girl has been curious since she met me though and so when she asks, I only find it right to give her the answer she desires. I have nothing to hide from her, after all. She moves to go past me and I stiffen automatically, only relaxing somewhat after she slips past and I realize that she wasn't going to touch me. I'm still a little jumpy about being touched. She glances back as if making sure I'm following so I obediently step in behind her. The girl gives her name, Nadya, and asks if I want coffee. This is an unknown product to me. We lived in small houses we built ourselves in the middle of the woods. There were no appliances or cars. I tilt my head in curiosity. "What's coffee?" I have to know. She says that she wants food too and my eyes widen somewhat, wondering if she plans on hunting her food or if she's talking about human food. I know from personal experience that it's not the same as eating what you kill but most of it still tastes good. Then I remember that she gave her name and I murmur my own to be polite. "Oh, and I'm Alexis." I almost gave my nickname, Silk, but I decided a fresh start deems my real name more worthy of being said. She need not know about my stealing past, at least not yet. The girl seems lost in thought as we walk toward the shops, though I grow more nervous the closer we get to other people. I'll probably never be good in a crowd, I suppose, because I flinch away from touch so easily. Nadya seems cool and collected in comparison, her thoughts seemingly a million miles away from here we she walks. I wonder what she's thinking about. Is she thinking about her pack? Her friends? I wonder how long they've been a pack, how they get along. It must be awesome to be in a pack that acts like I would think a pack should. I may be pretty oblivious to many things thanks to my sheltered past, but I know enough that what I ran from was not a pack, at least not to me. At her question, I bite my lip. I hate to think about what brought me here and why I left but again, I think after she saved me, she deserves an answer. "I...ran away from my pack." It's all I offer as answer and I know she'll probably be curious to know more. I can at least give myself mor time to construct how I want to say it. She seems like a pretty amicable girl even if she is a beast to be reckoned with in shifted form. Still, I don't see a reason to fear her right now, though my body is already on the edge of running.  |