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

ice, ice baby


Posted on February 19, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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"You might show me one day? Oh how blessed I would be."

His words part his lips smoothly atop a chuckle, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans with casual ease as he simply continues to stroll beside her. The barbed tongue with which the woman so seemed to enjoy lashing him only further endearing her towards him. Strong, independent women were so difficult to find, the man both enjoying their company and yet finding them agitating all at once. It was a difficult thing, a delicate balance and yet one his mind very near revelled in. This Askree held some value, to what extent he remained undecided and yet her evident wit alone gave way to his belief she actually held intelligence, something in desperately short supply in this city and on that notion alone the equine is content to keep her company- if only for the fact she may well be useful to him in the future, or even tonight. Her words in response to his own merely see the snowy-haired man shrug with a smooth efficiency, what little of his gaze can be seen angled down towards her own.

"They brought it on themselves. I'm a merciful Leader, I don't see any need to upset them unless they upset me first and they've been quiet enough of late. Save the wolf, but she is not my concern tonight."

His words remain wholly honest, lip quirking slightly in some taint of amusement at them all the same, the sarcasm layered within them concealed beneath that thin layer of jesting egotism he portrays entirely for her own benefit tonight, well aware of the callous nature of the words he offers. Raven however, was a problem to be dealt with at a later date, she alone seemingly incapable of the learning the rest of her pack had displayed in staying out of his affairs. Unfortunate, truly, though the girl was of strikingly little use to anyone. His reference to her attitude does not go unheard, the equine seeing little need to conceal the truth of it, the woman hardly seeming surprised by it all the same before she offers her own thoughts on the lesser of the felines that resided with the floating rust-bucket they called an Ark.

"He is not difficult to lure away, though despite his lack of any semblance of intelligence he possesses one very agitating ability that makes him difficult to deal with. I highly suspect he can mimic the powers of others. It gives him a fairly unlimited arsenal and I am not stupid enough to take him on directly. If I can convince him to give back what is mine with words over fists then I will."

He simply needed a little patience, to wait until the Leopard was alone and without his panther companion else nowhere near any shadows for the panther to emerge from as he had done in their own battle. The woman's final words however, earn a far more abrupt snort from the young man.

"Shut up, Askree. Do you actually think before you speak?"

There is little true harshness to it, violet gaze rolling slightly all the same as he continues to regard the woman beside him, allowing his often more gentlemanly demeanour to slip in exchange for a more abrupt note to his personality. This girl was hardly about to be fooled by it and as such his is content enough to be more bluntly honest in his association with her.

"Do you truly think that fool of a leopard stole something from me? It was given to him by another, where she got it from I don't know, before that it was in the hands of a Hunter, before that a Werewolf and before that it had been in my possession. It has changed hands, clearly, over the years, before ending up with him by accident."

It had taken years to track it down, if he need be patient for a few more weeks before taking it back then so be it, his intention surely clear enough to the woman and yet what she did with such information he hardly found he cared. His desires were not exactly secret after all. His inquiry into her animal species however, seems to goad some form of reaction for her, her tongue clicking as his own powers tease at her thoughts in some effort to glean them from her. The flash of wet and bloodied imagery within his mind however, was more potent then he anticipated, a frown of sorts touching his features now. A crocodile? Hmm, she hardly seemed the sort.

"Yes, decidedly more."

He agreed smoothly, frosted, cool lyrics offered with ease before he pulled his mind from her own. He had never yet met a WereCrocodile, mind readily intrigued by it and perhaps the extent of her capabilities.

"How would like to sink your teeth into something tonight?"

His offer is sudden, words remaining smooth, calm, attention held entirely in front of him now as they walk.

"I have some business in the North of the city tonight- I could use a hand if you think you can manage it?"




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