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

jam another dragon down the hole


Posted on May 19, 2014 by avicus toryn
West



This city, it never slept. Unlike the lies of Vegas or Hollywood, bright lights and dreams too grimy with repeated handling, this one felt different. She had noticed the eyes in the alleys once or twice before they slipped back into the shadows, the lingering taste of strange on the air. Instincts had been honed by years of foster care and processing through the system, fights and worse visiting damage upon her thin body, scars hidden under worn clothing often mended.

Breath hissing between clenched teeth as the candle in front of her stubbornly refused to light, Avi reached for the lighter in her pocket. It wasn't worth the cursing and staring at the wick, willing it to burn. Her will wasn't focused enough, she didn't have the right tools, she wasn't actually a witch; none of it actually mattered. What mattered was the touch of air over the nape of her neck, an errant breeze that was wrong for the direction of the actual wind, the brush of feathers against her mind heralding a warning. The physical growl that accompanied it, however, caused her to spin, right hand already reaching for the pistol hidden under her jacket and the lighter dropping from the left. A sharp tug on the butt of the weapon forced the holster to release it, and as if it had grown from her hand rather than been placed there, she found herself staring at the oversized cat between the sights.

Finger didn't quite curl onto the trigger just yet, but it was her mind that stayed in motion, quickly scanning behind the creature in case it had brought friends and calculating if she could make the shot. The literature she'd been able to scan over the last few days said little about such creatures roaming the city, though it alluded to the existence of weres- humans that could shapeshift into another form, though she'd always thought that was a myth. Frown deepened between her eyebrows, hand steady on the handgun even as she felt it start to weigh her hand down.

"No closer, or Michael help me, I will kill you."

She wasn't certain that the creature had even originally been human, but was saved from further violence as the sound of tinkling glass and blue mist exploded in front of her. The waves of cold rolled towards her even as she stepped back, lowering the weapon slowly and recognizing her rescuer as Serafina. Frown carved on her lips, Avicus stepped warily towards the other girl, realizing there was yet another just outside the warehouse doors, expression clearly telegraphing her annoyance.

"Welcome to the party everyone, why don't we all just step inside here and talk about why you're not going to kill me instead of me starting to throw lead around indiscriminately, hm?"

It wasn't that the she had a problem with murder, she was willing to do far worse in the name of revenge against those who attempted to harm her, but as she didn't quite know the flavor of politics in the city, she didn't want to dig herself a grave just yet. No sense starting a blood feud when you didn't know the players, or necessarily know just how many theoretical warrants existed in her name. Avicus didn't even know if there were police in this new city; she'd never seen the flashing red and blue lights on the streets as she wandered or rode the motorcycle through puddles. Grey eyes narrowed further as she looked between the players, stubborn set to her jaw and wondering just how she'd gotten caught up in a place that was just as liable to kill her as it was to teach her things and answer the questions she'd held onto for so long.


avicus toryn

so let me take this medicine,
to quench my love for violent things

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