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 03, 2014 by Tobias
West
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It is perhaps, one of his more daring escapes from his enforced prison, the tall young man very near crawling within the shadows behind the bar itself upon his hands and knees, head peering momentarily around the edge of the apparatus, lashings of dark hair tumbling into his eyes as he searches the expanse of the raging nightclub for any sign of the vampire woman, ignoring the look the barkeep is given to offer the strange man at his feet and Tetradore's scoff that such a thing was hardly going to work. He had no intention of going far, having no belief he will get beyond the boundaries of the west side before he is dragged back and yet even so, he remains unwilling to leave Tetradore regardless, the boy returning again and again to his companion like a feline boomerang, the vampire woman sure to have them both as long as she simply holds one. For now however, the deviant leaps forward in something akin to a commando roll, lunging across the open space between the bar and the back of the club, pressing back into the shadows once more as he edges his way towards the men's bathroom, bursting in with such suddenness that one startled human is sent running before he can zip up. For a moment the deranged boy simply watches him go before he allows his form to shift and change, human body exchanged for the gleaming gold and black of his leopard pelt as he lunges upward to catch the ledge of the tiny window, entirely assured he will escape through this much used avenue once more.

It is a decidedly tight space, the leopard momentarily ensnared, half in and half outside of the dreaded nightclub as claws scrabble at bathroom tiles in a frantic effort to get himself free before anyone can be given to grab him once more, the mere thought of Risque grabbing his precious tail while he remains in such a trapped position enough to see him at last twist himself loose and leap into the alleyway below, a satisfied purr rumbling within his throat, mind reaching easily for Tetra's own, alerting his companion of his momentary escape before he flees readily into the darkness of his territory, so much of the Westside beneath his command, the towering, hulking leopard the dominant predator here and tonight he simply desires to lord it for as long as it takes one of his 'minders' to find him again. Perhaps he cannot control Syn, perhaps there he must bow down, but not here and not now. He heads now for Lucian's shop, the place he slept whenever he was able within his hammock bed in the rafters, the boy still attempting to hide his new found....pet status from the wolf, oblivious to the fact that his disappearance has surely been noted by the large man already. Tobias own personal scent is thick and heavy within these parts, the cat clearly satisfied with such a thing as he lopes towards the Armory he guards, lunging up and into the rear window Birdie has left open for his entry, paws landing silently within the quiet space, the boy moving towards the kitchen upon the upper levels when the sound of another is heard below, her scent slamming against him as those wild golden eyes dilate slightly in recognition of....prey.

His own unique ability is readily engaged, the intruding girls position pinpointed within mere moments as he glides on paws of silent discord into the rafters of the building itself, form concealed by shadow as those darkened eyes glow with chaotic resolve. He is a predatory creature, dangerously so, the line between beast and man so perilously thin within Tobias and as such he is more....instinctive by nature, more inclined to kill then spare, the very reason perhaps Lucian seems to encourage his presence. His long tail flicks, twitches upon as he rests above his victim, watching the woman as she moves, the faint scent of blood, of weakness resounding within his senses as saliva readily baths his knife like weaponry in anticipation. She is another Were, a trespasser on his territory- the rules among there kind absolute upon these matters and as such he has every desire to force her submission to him while punishing her for her grave error in choice of stores to burgle. If she had heard the tales of the place itself, then surely she knew of the creature that guarded it- absent as he has been of late.

He waits. Simply waits until it is she is very near at the door and her exit to freedom before he moves with liquid grace to melt from the beams above, landing suddenly between her and her exit as those dark golden eyes glow with the very promise of his retribution, jaws parted to reveal those deadly fangs, made more so by yet another of his powers, the boy, young though he may be, by far one of the most powerful of his kind as a feral snarl hisses from within the depths of his throat, claws scraping against the steel floras they extended and he simply moves to com towards her, each stride purposeful, seeking to drive her back, to push her back into the confines of the store and against the back wall as the leopard skin resides, the towering young man replacing the leopard in those final strides, feral dark eyes held against her own as he simply points to the bag in which she has stored her stash.

"Giiiiiive it."

His voice seems to draw out part of his first word as he snickers, the first sign perhaps- of his insanity, wildly misplaced grin gleaming upon his features. He never did like women.

"Do you....want to....play with me?"

So innocent....so child like and so very, very dangerous. No one yet has ever survived his 'games'.







Tobi
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