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 want to play with your evil inside;


Posted on June 03, 2014 by Risque
West

SCREAM baby, SCREAM;


It was nothing but a struggle with her wayward little pet, no matter how hard he pushed and struggled to oppose her (in anyway that he could) she would always prevail. So much fight from such a creature, she liked it as much as she loathed it. However, he did get the job done, gaining himself a rather daunting and commanding status among weres and other creatures alike. A status which would not be possible if not for her, or so the vampire woman thought.


"Tired, hm. I must be losing my touch. Or maybe, I am just too lenient for your own good." He grew tired, she could make him feel unimaginable amounts of torment that would certainly replace this tiredness with another emotion entirely. She had grown too lenient with her power over him, left him with too much time on his hands. "Why must you always feel the need to oppose me?" She moves closer to her pet, curling her body around him as she crept a torturous pace, encircling, yet allowing those heat laced words to suffocate him as if they were a rope fashioned into a noose around his neck. Her manicured finger dug into his flesh allowing it scrape across the fabric over his chest, leaving a trail, her touch was as vile and uncomfortable as though a thousand fire ants bit at tender exposed flesh. One could only imagine if she were to tear away that shirt, make him bleed like she knew he could. Like she had before. But she doesn't she lingers, as if leaving the man guessing of her infernal intentions.


She ignores his question, eyes narrowing allowing irritation to trickle within her intense and merciless gaze. "I know you are up to something little cat, creeping around the city like a stray. I will find out one way or another Tetra." Her words are heavy with a threat and promise. Her lip quirked upward in disgust as he pulled away, feeling her torturous grip as he ripped apart from her contact. She made sure it left a mark, no matter it only being in vain.


He turns to walk away. How dare he."Stop." Her words are spoken like the resounding crack of a gavel hitting the table. She was not through with him yet and she just so happened to have a task for him. "Have you forgotten all your manners? I happen to have a use for you my pet. You are coming with me and afterwards depending on how well you.. perform. We will discuss your punishment." Was there a hint of excitement lingering within her voice? One could never know. One thing for certain was this sadistic woman had much to figure out, many questions that needed answers about her elusive little pet. Tetradore would not like this one bit, but she couldn't say she would.





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