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
:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::
Posted on December 22, 2014 by Tobias
The nervousness within the fae women is readily palpable, almost as if he can very near taste it upon the air, tongue sliding from his lips to brush against them in a manner almost snake like as he releases his grip upon that single strange of pale hair. He is fascinated with her, the scent and sight of her seeming to delight him entirely, dark eyes roving across her form despite the nervousness that rolls in waves from her. He cannot help his own predatory instincts, that animalistic side of himself drawn to the perceived weakness within the woman, that nervousness within her riling the leopard within him, the woman acting as prey, as something to be chased and chewed and yet- for now at least, the boy ignores his desires to hunt her, his curiosity as to her species seeming to override his desire to chase in these moments. He has never met a fairy before, or at least, never one so close, the scent of her appealing to him as he turns another circle about her as if his dark eyes desire to take her in from every angle, attempting to puzzle out this woman before him.
"Fairy."
He simply repeats the word he is offered, head tilting slightly, leopard ears pricked forward atop his skull as that long, thick tail flicks upward to be caught within his hands and held within his fingers, momentarily stroking his own tail the way a child holds a beloved toy. He is simply not as other boys, his mind incapable of working in any other way, his mentality that of a child perhaps and yet it is this perceived innocence that has led so many astray before, others so wrongly content to believe he is foolish, no more then a ten year old in a mans body, unintelligent and unobservant and yet such falsified observations are nothing short of dangerous, the boy volatile- dangerously so, his wicked mind so entirely cunning and so well concealed by those childish thoughts and beautiful grin offered now to the woman at her assurance she is hardly special.
"What does....fairy do?"
What exactly he means remains to be seen, dark eyes continuing to look imploringly towards her now, continuing to hold his tail still, fingers running through the gold and tan fur marked in black rosettes.
"Can you....fly? Can I....see?"
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push