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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on June 02, 2014 by Tobias
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It is only with some measure of discord that the vagabond steps back once, dark eyes frowning at the woman's hasty motion as she pulls away from the bench pivoting to face him hurriedly as the white dog begins to snarl and snap, straining against the chain and collar that seems to unsettle the boy all the more, one hand lifting momentarily to rub at his own neck, if only briefly, mind so readily connecting such a thing with his own...lack of freedom, so very instantly disliking everything about the creature that she moves to quieten, his form unwilling to move any closer towards that collar and chain, knowing far to well the implications of such a thing- though indeed he has worked.....hard perhaps, to hide such things from the inhabitants of the west side whom still bow before him, so very unknowing of his ....unwilling pet status to the vampire. The shake within her voice I readily seized upon, eyes narrowing slightly at this momentary display of weakness, a smirk of sorts curving upon his lip in momentary amusement at hearing such a thing, predatory instincts seizing furiously upon the girl, any lack of confidence seized readily by the man whom so easily manipulates those around him, his memory turning still in its struggle to perceive the woman he is sure he knows as her fingers grace the stone at her neck, that flash of fire red seeming to earn another moment of recognition.

He is oblivious perhaps, to the inner turmoil his mere presence has afflicted within the girl, the onslaught of emotion the tumbles through her, his animal instincts appraised to a mere tendril of this inner thought, aware indeed that she is...nervous perhaps, insecure in some regard, even if he does not understand the emotion behind it, seizing upon what he perceives as a weakness within her, feeding upon it readily as he takes another step forward, further pressing against the space she had attempted to put between them as his name finds her lips. For a moment the woman is offered a grin of sorts, a simple reaction to hearing his name perhaps, dilapidated mind capable of responding only to what exists readily before him in these moments as he finally seems to begin recognise her entirely, small flickers of memory threaded together within his mind as his head tilts once more, lashings of wild dark hair falling into those fathomless eyes. He remembers touching her, or more so, certain parts of her. Women are confusing to him entirely, the man often unable to work out what it is he might desire form them and yet, with this particular woman he is entirely sure he knows, having connected her with such things. Perhaps she is not pack and never can be, not his own species and yet he seems to hold little care in this moment as chocolate hued eyes rest against her.

"Girl....Emma."

It is both names he has held for her over the years, her true name finally seeming to slip from his tongue, eyes resting against her, seeking some assurance that he is right, that this is correct as he moves closer yet again, seemingly distracted by the pendant now as long fingers briefly extend to brush against the object at her chest, toned, lean form towering above her as it always had as he turning the pendant over before letting it ret against her skin once more.

"I remember."

The is the barest of nods that accompanies such words as he remains entirely before he. He dislikes touch, especially within his human form, only a select few privileged in that regard to lay a hand against him and once, Emma had been one of those few. Those untrustworthy dark eyes however, seem to hold an entirely new cunning, the boy so very much animal, so entirely wild and untamed....despite Risqué's efforts, it would seem. He steps forward again, moving now to circle the girl entirely, though giving the dog a wide berth, wary of the creature, wary of the chain as he is of any silver coloured object as he turns about her, seeing indeed how...unsettled he can make her, teasing at her, toying with her as he always had as he pauses behind her.

"This is my....territory. You cannot...be here....not unless....I say."

Her momentary defiance and harsh words from earlier seem to have resulted in his own determination to reinforce the fact that this is his land, his space and prior....connection or not, she has trespassed here, displeasure in this fact seeming to radiate from his form. His is a dominant creature, a dominant being and indeed seems content to attempt some form of intimidation, seeking to have her yield to him, submit to him as the others have before her. Perhaps then, he may let her stay. He remains just behind her still, un-touching, form held just away from her own as one hand lifts ever so slightly, fingers grazing in a near feather-light touch against the side of her neck, sweeping against the place in particular he seems to enjoy leaving his own mark, features frowning slightly in some other memory, this momentary touch seeming to further his understanding before his hand withdraws from her skin. Dark eyes slide briefly sideways, senses extended by nature of his own abilities, seeking to assure himself they are still alone, wary that his....minders may be lingering, though hoping indeed perhaps they had been given to follow Tetradore instead. At least for a few more moments.

"Why are you....here?"

What that means entirely is seemingly for her to decide, the man offering no elaboration as to whether he means here within the park, or here in the city at all as he lingers behind her still, bare feet and ever-skinny form, very near unchanged since she had last seen him.


Tobi
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