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

but from what I know of desire


Posted on December 18, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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He hardly cares for the way in which her gaze travels down him, seeing no reason not to permit the woman's eyes to do anything that they chose, merely inclined to watch her in the same fashion as she turned to face him, her features as exotic and pleasing as ever and yet- for all the woman's outward beauty her temperament was far more akin to a snake- the Icelandic fellow having already come to this realisation after their initial meeting. Askree was refreshing in one sense, so very different to so many of the women he had known and knew still, so very determined to bite back with sharp words and a snarky tongue and yet by that same measure some part within himself, that deeper, perhaps darker fraction found some sense of...challenge in the delicate creature. Perhaps in the same way any man found fascination in an animal it could not tame. There was a distinct wildness to the woman and indeed some part of him found curiosity in that. Aside from Nadya she was perhaps one of the few beings so willing to dare to tease at him, to attempt to coax out any measure of humour that may exist within him whether it was her intention or not- the man finding himself willing to goad her for no other reason then because he can. They had played this game once, if only briefly and indeed Frost finds himself willing to engage in it again- if only to distract his mind from the myriad of thoughts that existed within it. Her words however, saw the slight lift of a single eye and the roll of his shoulders.

"No, it is not any of my goddamn business. At least not yet."

He can hear her thoughts, some of them, in the least, those pertaining to himself far more inclined to make themselves known to the call of his powers and yet truly he found little interest in her continued comparison of himself to Justin Bieber. Not a totally inaccurate assumption perhaps and yet in truth Frost cared little for her attempts at berating him with such a thing. After all, there were far worse things to be called or accused of being. Her parting words however, see the faintest roll of his gaze somewhere beneath that mop of hair, watching as she turned upon her heel, evidently determined to wander from him. Had she been another other woman he would surely have let her, the man caring little for those whom had nothing to offer him in return and yet it is her desire to be parted from him that so seems to flare his sudden desire to be nearer to her. A few short, easy strides bring him easily to her side. If she wishes to walk then so be it. If she had been to the Ark tonight then she held some potential value to him all the same- her dark features a contrast to the light of his own, the man noticing for perhaps the first time how dark the hue of her skin truly was in comparison. Middle Eastern, perhaps, the thought dismissed easily enough as unimportant for now though something to be asked of later perhaps.

"What would someone like you be doing in that godforsaken Ark? Surely you weren't trying to win some petty cash were you?"

He cannot say for sure the Ark is where she has been and yet for what other reason did any Were truly come to the West side docks other then to reach the beach? The woman was, he is assured, some type of...reptile or amphibian, he cannot be certain- it is rare to find non-mammalian Were and yet all the same she hardly looked as if she had come to paddle around the water of the harbour.

"As for this riff-raff, did you happen to see a leopard with an IQ of about seven and his panther friend whom has one facial setting of constant disinterest in the world? I think they own the place. It would be more convenient for me of they were home tonight though. For some reason I cannot fathom, they don't like me."

The taint of amused sarcasm that laces those smoothly delivered words assures her that he has no true doubt on why they dislike him, though for now he hardly sees the need to elaborate upon that a simper of sorts momentarily touching his lips before shifting back to his own constantly present façade of indifference to the world around him.

"So what's you sad little story then, why is someone like you in this city of the hopeless and otherwise idiotic?"

It was there second meeting and truly he hardly sees any need for political correctness or careful speech with this woman, quite content to ask her outright how or why she wasted her time here.



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