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

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Posted on January 21, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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She was a truly curious creature this one, her words a very near abrasion against him and yet within the same gentle list they offered an allure of sorts he cannot quite seem to place. She was an oddity perhaps, a quizzical being to his mind f only for the rarity of a woman that possessed this much spine about herself. Askree hardly the sort of creature to allow herself to be anything less then she desired and indeed some part of the stallions finds her demeanour appealing, another part willing to find it irritating though both remained willing to tease at the fabric of her makeup. Even if only to see how easy it might be to draw further snarky words from her carefully manicured lips. She was, if anything, easy enough to tease at, her confidence offering a weighted sarcasm to her words he finds amusing all the same. After all, so few women ever dared indulge him in this fashion, much less afforded him any sort of challenge as perhaps she did. If anything, she was at least a distraction from the otherwise endless drudgery this night seemed to promise, her words earning her the softest of snorts as he continues to wander almost lackadaisically beside her.

"And what, might I ask, do you consider an actual challenge?"

He knew little of her animal form, though the scent of her was curious, a unique odour he couldn't quite place and yet it seemed almost...reptilian of sorts. Some sort of...snake perhaps? It mattered little, in the end, whatever her bestial figure was it was something he was unfamiliar with on a whole, something most assuredly not a mammal in the least though in time he will come to discover it, there was little that remained hidden from him when he desired to find it. For now however, there were far more pressing matters at hand. Her mention of the Kitten King seeing his lip quirk ever so slightly in the vaguest taint of amusement.

"Indeed."

He affirms her question before she continues on, the sarcasm that laces her words earning the woman a deep throated chuckle that holds a far more manly depth then his almost boyish appearance surely dictates, the sound one of genuine humour at her gesture, a truly rare thing for the otherwise indifferent young man. Her mention of the 'slap-fight' however, sees one eye raise somewhere beneath that tangle of unruly white hair. Hmm, evidently the girl was indeed far more astute then she truly seemed and yet any form of disagreement within the Were-world tended to travel quickly enough. The city community after all, was fairly small, and yet that is surely what had made it so very easy to disrupt in the first place. There was a simple pleasure, after all, in watching a small world burn. Her words this time however, result in little more than a non-committal shrug.

"It might be, though I suspect it's because I gave one of their members frostbite, got into a fight with their alpha, hit their Second over the head with a stick, befriended their Alpha's sister and briefly tortured a witch who was helping them. I was very genteel about the whole thing though. I spread it out over several weeks."

The words are offered with a deliberate calm, spoken almost offhandedly as if his near-murder of Raven, assault of Tetradore and Tobias and brief torture of Sorcha was no more than a few minor incidences or playground antics. The lack of care within his tone however, is surely as potent as the touch of frosted cold that seemed to betray near all his words. Each of them had gotten no less then they deserved, of that he is assured and tonight he hardly sees any need to lie to Askree about it. What the woman thought mattered little in the end and it was hardly as if any such information was a secret to any- save for perhaps his own pack. They didn't ask and he didn't tell. It was entirely that simple. Askree content to inform him yet again that his question was hardly her business.

"You're a bit of a bitch- just saying."

Once more the words are delivered with the casual ease of his assurance that he is hardly incorrect in his statement, the woman surely aware of such a thing regardless. It could hardly be the first time anyone had told her that, perhaps the first time a man had said it to her and yet Frost truly found he hardly cared, hands tucked into his pockets once more as he continued to stride beside her.

"If they are at home I know where they are, simply put I don't fancy panthers leaping onto me unexpectedly. What I need though, is them separated, the spotted one has something that belongs to me and I need it back- but he is rarely away from his Alpha or the wolf girl."

There is a momentary pause in the man's thoughts, violet gaze narrowed briefly somewhere beneath that forelock of hair before his gaze drifts back to his newfound companion. Hmmm. Perhaps, she could be useful- though not just yet.

"What are you?"

The question is sudden perhaps, Frosts attention no longer upon the woman, gaze having returned to the road ahead and the dark, empty streets that surrounded them.

"What animal? You smell like a snake- to be honest."

He half anticipated a simple rebuff once more and yet the goal behind such a question was far more nefarious then it would appear, the man already beginning to rummage smoothly within the confines of her mind. She would answer him, or he would pull the answer from her thoughts if she declined to. Either way, this was a question he intended to have solved. If Askree decline to play nice- then they would play by his rules.




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