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

i'm not that insane


Posted on April 16, 2015 by Blaire Brink
West




This was one of the vampire's favorite things to do, taunt someone with hope that she would cause that first precious crack. It never seemed like much, at least not to her victim, but as she continued her game with their mind it got deeper and darker. All it took was a small opportunity, and then everything else would very literally go to hell. Blaire was very skilled with torture, she had learned from her sire all those years ago. Though, she learned by dipping into her sister's mind to push away all the horrors her identical had faced. As fate would have it, all she did was further destroy her sister's already fragile mind. That didn't matter though, she was proud of who she had become, and even more proud to know that she was the one who ruled Bassie. In some twisted way she thought she was keeping her twin safe, but as always she was proved wrong. That was a thought for another time; tonight she just wanted to just focus on the situation at hand.

When the red-head tried to fight back, pressing her fingers into Blaire's arms, her grip merely tightened. She knew that air wasn't needed, but there were many other things that gripping a neck so tightly could do. It gave her the control she so desired in all those unlucky enough to be claimed as a plaything. Another cold laugh passed her lips and her nails started to press harder into the woman's pale neck. Her head tilted slightly as the people surrounding them started to back away and leave them to their fight. It was then she felt the vampire's fist hit her chin. Her head jerked to the side the slightest bit, but not enough to throw her off. A very cruel smile appeared on her lips as she slowly turned to lock eyes with her victim.

"Oh come now. You have to try harder than that."

Blaire's grip tightened again as punctuation to her words, and then those wonderful fingers slipped around her own neck. Once again she couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic attempt at fighting back. It was as if this creature wasn't even trying to defend herself, and that was no fun. Well, to some that would be no fun, but Blaire found the entertainment in everything that came her way. It was just how her mind worked; it was as if she took a piece of Bassie's mind into her own. Her tongue brushed her lips as she pulled the woman closer before lifting her just slightly off the ground. It was obvious she was very strong, but right now she was just like a cat batting at a ball of yarn before it pounced.

"That's a little better, but it's still like you're not even trying. Has fear already paralyzed you?"

Once again her icy grey eyes locked the beautiful ones before her, and she tried once again to find that small door to the vampire's mind. This woman had a strong mind, yet she could tell there was something still quite fragile about it at the same time. It was quite delicious really; Blaire could only imagine what things she could do to drive this precious little thing crazy. All great things happened in time, and Blaire had every intention of making every last second count.


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