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
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 :: (Luc)
Posted on June 04, 2014 by Tobias
 He is limited, painfully so, in his grip upon language, the wild boy often unable to understand sentences entirely and as such those fathomless dark eyes roll away from her own, skating alone her body and form though indeed the look holds no lust, no desire- the animal doing as animals simply do best, reading every line of her form, hearing each note of her tone as his mind twists and coils about her with serpentine ease. He dislikes the opposition she posses to him, loathes her attempts at dominance upon his personal territory and the defiant tilt to her head that see him bristle even within his human from, the boy evidently uncaring that he remains naked before her, Tobias so rarely finding any use for clothes as his head tilts in cat-like manner, seeming to puzzle at her words, dark eyes narrowed in discord as his motion is halted for a moment, tanned, toned form paused before her as the pupils within his gaze seem to dilate slightly once more in some passing effort at thought. He does not understand her questions, she speaks to quickly for his mind to capture her passing phrases, clear confusion seeming to align his youthful features. He dislikes women- because he does not understand them, because instinct demands from him something he cannot....work out. He knows indeed he wants something from them, is driven to be closer to them, desires something and yet he remains hesitant still, frustrated and agitated in their presence, instinct and hormones within the young male conflicting with his own loathing of being touched in his human skin. Animal instinct and human wariness resulting in a rather frustrated young male- whom takes her questions to be entirely literal, fractured mind unable to recognise sarcasm. "Bag. Not yours....to take....give it or I will take it. I do....not know what...panties is." Well at least he's honest, if anything, watching her still beneath those lashings of ebony hair as she moves to come forward. She is difficult for him to read, to perceive, her tone and body language...contradictory and as such he grows wary once more, such wariness so readily bleeding into the violent aggression for which he is famed, darkly volatile nature seeming to shift and change with her own, watching her in the manner only a cat is so capable off, seeming to follow each twist and flick of her feminine form, eyes focused upon the silver zipper of her bag, so allured by the colour and shine as his features become almost child-like once more, another snicker hissed from his teeth. "I have....toys...lots of...toys.....like this." He simply reaches to the wall beside him, selecting what is evidently a rather shiny blade of some description, smiling so very pleasantly, so playfully, the girl moving to side step him in the same moment he simply launches it at her head, the knife slamming into the wall mere inches from her delicate features with a resounding â€"twang- as he seems to take utter delight from this. "Why won't...you play?" His arm swings suddenly towards her now, his shift so sudden, so fast, that human form lost again as that swinging hand is replaced with the unsheathed claws of the leopard, aimed to knock her entirely from her feet and onto the ground as another growl vibrates from within his parted jaws, leaping towards her once more, spotted pelt glowing weakly gold in the gloom as those jaws reach to seize her shoulder, to open her flesh to taste that blood on his tongue as he pulls back, prepared again for another strike, form crouched...ready, each muscle rippling with wound up perfection, prepared to leap, to chase, his unique ability assuring she never can hide from him- no matter how hard she might try before those jaws part a final time, a horrific yowl released into the air, the sound an ear-piercing screech and a built in alarm of sorts that summons Lucian himself. Tobias content to keep her cornered until then. |