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
I-I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM.
Posted on December 27, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
When you look into the mirror do you see the truth?
D-Do the voices in your head still got you confused?
Do they make you wanna say...
I-I'm not who you think I am.
Regan simply regards him with the silence of her stare and the hollowness of her violet gaze. She'd been in the presence of monsters before...felt their touch like ice and fire on her skin...that looking into his expressionless face did nothing for her. There was no thrill of fear. No moment of anxiety. Perhaps a spark of curiousness, but it didn't extend very far. By nature and by habit, she was a loner. That and she could hardly bring herself to care much about anyone outside of herself. But, that's what living on your own and surviving what she'd been through did to a person. Let alone to the animal inside.
When he crouches down in front of her and his violet gaze meets hers and holds, Regan finds herself studying him again. The hard planes of his face, the shock of pale hair and the wiry aspect that screamed to her of prey. For a moment, a single wave of awareness trickled down her spine. In that instant, she thought of every way she could kill him, her pupils widening with delight and lust at the prospect. But all too soon the glimmer faded and all was as it was before and she doubted he would be any of the wiser.
Regan stands the moment the stranger rocks back on his heels and does the same. With her ability working and all her senses attuned to his, she had practically anticipated him. That wasn't good. He was sinking further and further into the prey aspect of her mind. It had been so long since she'd last killed someone...surely she could keep that streak going. A very feline like grin curls the edges of her lips as she glides behind him like a shadow. Silent as death and everything it entails.
Regan prowls in his wake, a dark sentry. Her violet eyes burning in the darkness of her face. His question causes her gaze to lift to his, her head tilting to side as if to look and see if he realized the stupidity of his own question. Shaking her head slightly as a human might face-palm, she glides around him and uses her shoulder to shove him slightly to left before leading him away from Ark. If there was food at the end of the road...well he'd just have to wait and see.
"Thinks like this"