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

my own form of CHAOS


Posted on November 20, 2015 by Damon
West
OOC: well you did great! damon is pleased xD



I'm glad I didn't see the way Isolt chose to study a crack in the wall over her own attacker, the way her mind begged for release from it's cold tomb and how she stared blankly into her attacker's eyes as she yelled at her for surely it would have only made me want to behead the blonde girl right then and there. No mercy or way out would have been given. She would not have known another nightfall if I had seen that ultimate surrender for my life without Isolt.. I don't even want to think about it. I hear her say my name as I lift her to her feet, the tone of it causing my skin to shiver in a whole new way but I can't look at her right now for it would only force my hand.

I pull away from the pleading of her voice, knowing that in her pure soul, she will want forgiveness for this creature who seeks only chaos and the bleeding of her beautiful flesh. I will not tolerate it and I don't have to. She turns away and for that, I'm grateful, not wanting her to see the monster I can still become when vexed. But I feel the gentle caress of her hand and hear the fragile tone of her voice and it only hardens my own temper, makes me want to torment this girl all the more for hurting such a precious person.

Growls touch my ears and I know I've got the girl's attention. She is shoved into the wall by my force and I'm rewarded with the scent of fresh blood on her head as she makes a savage remark. I smirk. "Don't worry, psychotic blonde bimbo isn't in my vocabulary of fetishes either." She laughs and steps closer as if inviting more pain and I plan to give so much more. I grab her throat but she brings up her hands, her fingernails stabbing into my wrist and my own lips curl back in a silent snarl, not from the pain but more from the thought that this girl continues to fight me when she must know that all is lost. I'm no stranger to pain and never have been. I could have continued to squeeze until I popped her head right off. The nails would have never made me let go.

She does manage to twist my wrist and forces my fingers to release but I'm right back at it, throwing her to the ground with my power. She rolls to her back but I'm on top of her, punching at her cheek. She jerks her head at the second punch and my knuckles crunch through the concrete floor, leaving a nice dent as I growl in frustration. She makes a remark and her own punch hits my jaw with a crack, my head jerking back as my lip bleeds from biting into it. Before I can react, she pushes her legs into my chest, heaving me off of her but I land on my feet, crouched and ready to charge her again.

As I throw the chain at her ankles, she steps on it and I laugh. "You might have to look that up in the dictionary, honey, because you're way behind on that train. There are many more in front of you who want that pleasure but it won't be happening tonight." I can tell I've pissed her off but that only amuses me. I like my victims pissed off, or feeling anything to the extreme really. Just makes their blood taste all the sweeter. As I meet her gaze, she grabs at her own throat and my brows furrow in puzzlement but I can feel her keeping me out and I grin despite myself. I must admit, the girl has fire. her words make my eyes narrow.

"She will never be yours." I say in a soft growl of my own. As she blows a kiss to Isolt, I step between them. As she crosses her arms, I laugh again. "Do you really think you're in any position to be barking orders?" I use my body as a shield between them in cause Isolt gets any ideas about trying to protect me. I won't have her in danger. The girl speaks to her next and my eyes brighten anew in anger at the nickname she's given her, like some kind of psychotic lover or stripper name. My muscles spasm in anticipation of another fight as she threatens me now, telling Isolt to make me leave. My response is a low growl.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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