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 October 15, 2015 by Blaire Brink
West




There was so much anger inside of the vampire, and it all stemmed from one place deep in her past. It was all a part of what made her who she was today, this heartless and sadistic creature. Her life was never easy, and anything bad that could happen to a person had happened to her. This was the only way she knew how to deal with it all; because these are the only tools she had ever been given. The evil and darkness deep inside her is not something found in many creatures, but she is far from the only cruel being. Tonight was just another tool of dealing with her past, and her victim was unlucky enough to be the reminder of everything good she had lost. It was this reason alone that Isolt was being hurt and treated as she was, but if someone ever looked deep enough they would see it was a cry for help and love. This was something Blaire would never admit though, and it had been so buried inside her that she wasn't even completely sure that it rest within.

The marks the whip left behind brought a smirk to Blaire's blood painted lips. It filled her with so much pleasure to know she was the reason that once flawless skin was getting marked up. The red-head was too prefect to not leave some sort of reminder of the horror that was forced onto her. Blaire didn't want to kill her tonight; she wanted Isolt to remember every second of their time together. The mental effect is what she so enjoyed viewing, especially when she did a little bit of mental exploration. She could make her victims relive it over and over again, and that is what eventually broke them. It was then Blaire would give one last push and she would end them herself, or she would give them the most gruesome way of suicide. Either way, Blaire always ended up the winner in these little battles, and her list only grew.

Blaire's back was turned for a few short moments as she left her victim to bleed onto the floor. She was trying to decide which one of her toys she wanted to use next, there were so many options and the blonde was overwhelmed by her choices. She knew Bassie particularly hated being burned, so she decided her next would be very hot wax and a box of matches. Lithe fingers grip the matchbook and she turns just as Isolt took a swipe at her with the knife. Her icy eyes went wide for a second as she took a slight step back and lifted an arm up to take the hit. A growl sounded in her throat as her own blood started draining from the long gash on her arm onto the floor. She quickly brought her other hand up and gripped the woman's wrist and jerked it back painfully to get her to drop the knife.

Her hurt arm was then jerked forward as her palm aimed for the middle of Isolt's chest to shove her back a couple feet. Blaire needed to gain complete control of this situation now, but it was refreshing to see the little Strawberry had some fight in her, even now. A quiet laugh passed as a cruel smile appeared on her lips as she grabbed Isolt's throat with her uninjured arm, the other resting at her side, her blood trickling down her leg to continue puddling on the floor. Blaire knew that losing this much blood would make her weak, and weak is something she ever refused to be. The twisted vampire lifted her arm to her lips and took a long lick of her own blood as she watched her cut already begin to heal. It wouldn't be as fast as other injuries though, because this cut was deep and severed the vein in her arm.

"Oh, you will be sorry that you did that, slut."

She threw the red-head back against the wall once again, then grabbed her again and threw her to the ground, all of this being done with her good arm. Once again she pounced and landed on Isolt's hips, straddling her before grabbing that luscious red hair and forcing her head back onto the concrete floor. It was hard enough to kill a human, but definitely not another vampire. It was simply meant to stun while she regained the control she previously had, and as expected this night had gotten very interesting.

"Fuck you, bitch!"


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