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
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
Tell me what you See in my Wild Eyes
Posted on January 17, 2016 by Malia Tate
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That cat is MINE. I lunge for it but the cat is not willing to give up the fight just yet. It whips a paw at my face but I move back with a snarl, teeth gnashing at the air. That's when a sudden voice in my mind stops me cold. I've only felt this sensation less than a handful of times. The wolf in the woods, the wolf in the streets, and the panther in the woods. Why must I keep running into animals that talk to me in my head? And so instantly I'm searching the bar for another animal. My first thought is obviously the cat. My eyes narrow in suspicion as I move closer, my nose twitching because I've noticed that the other animals smelled differently than the rest in the wild. But the cat only lashes out with another claw and hisses, mouth open wide, the fear and anger in its eyes too familiar to have made such a calm sentence in my head. Let alone the fact that this cat smells female and the voice in my head was distinctly male. Confusion crosses my features as I look around some more, my attention successfully diverted from my meal as I back away from the cat and look around, sniffing the air. I smell humans mostly, their acrid scent stinging my nostrils as my ears flatten to my skull. My tail lashes behind me in obvious irritation as I'm suddenly reminded again that I'm in a bar and surrounded by the filthy beasts. There's one with a broom getting too close for comfort and I snap at the air, driving her back with a screech through her teeth. Then I continue my search. My eyes finally lock on a human, male, looking at me with too much dark purpose in his eyes for it to be coincidence. But how? I've never met a human that could talk in my head. They have voices, after all, terrible slimy things, human voices. The guy is smirking and I gnash my teeth again, trying to drive him back like I did the other but it doesn't work on him the same way. I see no fear in his eyes. I don't even smell it on his skin. What did he call me? Shifter? What's that? I turn to glance toward the door and suddenly I feel myself grabbed by the hips by human hands. A blood curdling snarl is the answer from my curled lips, my teeth snapping behind me, trying to rip and tear whatever I can reach as I'm suddenly flung through the air. I hit the doorframe and a sharp yelp displays the pain as my shoulder hits the rough wood and metal. I hit the ground and struggle to my paws, shaking my coat out. I can ignore the pain for now with my adrenaline racing. I know it'll bruise good but otherwise I'm okay. I gnash my teeth at him again, anger flaring in my eyes that he would dare touch me. The anger gives me a voice, having only been able to answer back to the other animals before by deep concentration. "How dare you touch me, filthy human!" I yell back into his head, my tail arched over my spine. "Just give me the cat and I'll leave." I don't know where that came from. It's not my style to compromise with humans. Of course I've never even spoke to a human before save barking at them when they come too close to my pack's territory. Why can this human talk to me and why is he not afraid of me? |