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

it was all reduced to rubble


Posted on January 31, 2015 by minn
West
there are survivors, they're coming home



Wow.

This dream was reaaaaaaaaaaaally annoying.

Dreams weren't supposed to be annoying. They were supposed to be happy and have lots of food in them and last a long time and shit. Minn was not even remotely close to conscious but still something didn't seem quite... right. There was a nagging sensation pulling at the farthest corners of her mind, a distant prodding that seemed to want something from her. Didn't it realize she was trying to sleep? Couldn't it go away for ten more hours? She hadn't finished eating the fabulously home made pumpkin pie yet, and there was still a pillow in front of her face to prove it! Except now it was marked with an exceptionally lovely large drool stain to match.

The small warm heap that consisted of Minn's body stirred, but barely so, a large gust of a warm sigh exhaling through her nostrils instead. This was the warmest place she'd slept in months, with probably the deepest sleep to boot, and though it had been easy to brush off that annoying, repetitive sensation somewhere in the abyss of sleep it was getting a little harder to ignore. Slowly the heavy fog of sleep began to lift and Minn's brow furrowed, shifting more pointedly in the bed as she turned around completely, leaving her back facing Tetradore and a tighter grip on the covers with a dazed grunt. Her face remained contorted in irritation for a moment before it slowly began to relax again, the prodding seeming to have come to an end.

And then it started again. Harder. Faster. Like a really bad erotic dream without any of the erotic shit. Alright. Now Minn was getting frustrated, and not in a good way. She felt her jaw clench as her bare shoulder began to ache, poked repeatedly with a stubby little nail in the same goddamn spot, over and over and over again. It was hard not to be awake now even though she was still sleepy as hell. It was dangerous to wake a bear early from hibernation but whoever this was clearly had 0 fucks to give.

With a rising, raspy groan of a growl Minn nearly began to kick her feet in protest like a three year old. Instead, her eyes peered open slowly, vision blurry and thoughts in a jumbled mess. God dammit, they wouldn't leave her ALONE! With a bubbling bellow of roar, Minn finally sat up abruptly and spun around to face the tall blurred figure next to the bed. "What do you WANT?!" She snapped, the last rumbling louder than she realized. Her hair was sticking up every which way, her cheeks flushed and tank top askew as the warmth quickly began to fade from what was exposed beneath the comforter. The bed, let alone the blankets, nearly seemed to swallow the girl whole. She was a petite 5'2 after all, but clearly there was no size issue when it came to her attitude. The mere fact that Tetradore was ten times bigger than her didn't seem like it was an issue for her at the moment. "I'm... trying... to sleep." She grit out between her teeth, upper lip curled before she reached up a hand to rub at her eyes and promptly fell back against the bed again, the fight seeming to flee from her as fast as it had come. She just didn't have the energy for this shit right now.

"I know who you are," She mumbled quietly, pulling the covers back over herself again, entirely unconcerned. In just a few seconds her entire demeanor seemed to change into something incredibly lax. "You murdered Otto." Minn yawned out his name and closed her eyes, legs coming up to curl up to her chest. ...Maybe he'd go away now.

they float in darkness, they're not alone
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