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

so put your money where your mouth is (Edie)


Posted on July 10, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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It was decidedly early, only just on 4am and truly the stallion had begun to question his own motivation in this. It was too early, even for his liking and yet flight schedules were, sadly, outside his own control. He moves easily back towards the stairs, taking them swiftly as he makes his way to his Beta's bedroom, one had lifting to rap his knuckles against the wood of the door. It was easy to stroke at the bond that existed between them, assuring himself Edie was indeed within her room, the placid nature to her thoughts however offered some indication the woman was entirely asleep. Mornings, he had noted, were not entirely within the realm of Edie's better personality traits. Even Frost having learned to leave the woman alone until she had found her way to coffee and yet this morning he has little time to abide their normal morning rituals. A second knock achieves much the same results, Frost sighing softly before turning the handle upon the door to enter the dark room. He flicks the light on with veritable ease, lip quirking ever so slightly in the vaguest touch of amusement at the clear displeasure taking over the woman now, the stallion hardly waiting for her to find her words.

"You need to get dressed, Edie, we have to go. A car is waiting downstairs. Hurry please."

He turns within the same motion, those cool, frosted instructions delivered with the same blunt manner in which he delivered near any sentence before he moved to stride away once more and out onto the landing. He is not nearly foolish enough to walk away entirely, assured the girl would do as most women seemed to and merely roll back over into sleep. A liberty they could ill-afford today. He should not have, perhaps, sprung such a trip upon the woman and yet his own decision to go had been remarkably fleeting, affording him little time to formulate a plan with his Beta all the same. At least, not one that existed beyond bringing her with him. Petty theft and payment checks from the Hunter's Council could only go so far, Frost finding himself in need of a little more money and where better to flex his own mental prowess and Edie's evident charm then Vegas itself? A haul that large would hardly be questioned within the casino- provided they frequented more then one. It was simple money, fast money and with his own myriad of affinities and Edie's assistance he remains assured of their success in this.

"Edie, what are you doing in there?"

How long did it truly take a woman to get dressed? He had already packed for her in an effort to prevent delays- a task he did not find pleasure in holding little knowledge of what exactly the woman might desire to wear at any given time and yet still it seemed her efforts to get dressed seemed to take far longer then he anticipated. The snowy haired man strode easily back into the woman's room, violet gaze lingering upon her seemingly dressed form. She was, by his own understanding, entirely dressed enough for this endeavour.

"That will have to do. I have already packed for you."

He gestures briefly to her outfit before moving to take her hand in his own, very near pulling her after him, quite content to carry her should she offer any resistance to his efforts as they head downstairs and out to the waiting car. Affording the woman truly little time to offer any goodbye to her boyfriend and yet Frost hardly finds himself afflicted with any true care for such a thing as he opens the door to the car, sliding in after her, gesturing for the driver to go well before Edie can attempt to get back out and hunt for something she had forgotten. It is only after several more moments of silence that the man makes any effort to explain himself to his Beta, reaching in to the pocket of his jacket to pass her a plane ticket- the location of their venture printed neatly upon it as what little of his gaze can be seen rests upon her.

"We have an early flight, so you will forgive my abruptness in this, I made something of a last minute decision to make such a journey with you hence my lack of informing you of it. Even so, I think it will be a pleasing weekend. Some time away from this wretched city is pleasing all the same."

He chuckles lightly, one eye rising slightly towards his companion, the vaguest ghost of a simper touching his features.

"Do you play poker, Edie?"


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