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

i'm headed straight for the castle


Posted on April 10, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree Bint Bahar


The caramel-skinned Egyptian is unperturbed by the raucous amalgamation of approval, shock, and ire in the not-so-dulcet tones of the surrounding crowd; it was, after all, a song that had kissed her wanting ears so very many times before this... and yet it was one of which she doubted that she would ever grow weary. Askaree had learned from a preciously youthful age that people did and would always underestimate her cunning, her physical prowess and the ethereal might that accented her every movement, her every acidic word. Having a vagina did, after all, make you a push-over, right? The notion resurrected the bud of a devilish simper to her pouty lips as her bare feet brought her to the edge of the ring where, surprise of surprises, this eve's gentleman escort actually proffered up his congratulations and (oh my god, how sweet) sought to shield her nearly-nude torso from the shameless wandering of the crowd's collective eye.

"Of course I am," she delivers flatly, "maybe if you would have thought it earlier it would have saved me a busted lip." Askaree aims a sidelong glance at her companion, the devil's smile ever-present upon her chiseled features as they arrive once more at the weathered and splintering bar top. She breathes no answer to what she presumes is an incontrovertably rhetorical question; for even though he was not familiar with the alcoholic vice within which Askaree was so hopelessly caught, a plethora of gut-searing libation was the proverbial "given" to the remainder of their evening. Wordlessly does she motion for another round, this one coming at the expense of a nearby admirer... whether of her dueling acuity or knock-out cleavage was debatable. It would prove just the first in a long and flowing parade of tumblers for the mismatched duo, the pair positively awash in every manner of diabolical beverage.

Finding that she was plenty toasty, inside on out, Askaree sloughed off the cover of her leather jacket, exposing once more the impeccable curvature of her breasts and the smooth, sloping lines of muscle beneath the tarp of exotic, tanned flesh. "Come on, Spencer. Dance with me," she insists, the enticing lilt to her foreign tongue seemingly enhanced by the alcohol racing through the network of her veins as she leans in to whisper the request (not really) into his ear. With surprising grace does the young woman extract herself from the bar stool, curvaceous hips swaying hypnotically as she sashays towards the dance floor, casting a look over one bronzed shoulder to ensure that he follows.



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