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
I'm A Satellite Heart
Posted on June 04, 2014 by Heidi
 I'm A Satellite Heart Lost In The Dark... His preference in terms did little to assuage the utter revulsion that seared beneath my porcelean skin. Amethyst eyes flicked towards him, biting my lip to keep from slinging a slough of curses aimed at his captor. And by curses, I sure as Hecate did not mean foul-mouthed language. Black Magick was not beyond my abilities, though I never touched the stuff, regardless of the three-fold rule most women of the Craft lived by. I simply knew better then to mettle in dark forces and allow them to taint my Soul. It was an innocent thing, this biting of my lip, though I suppose I was getting entirely too riled up for my own good, the evidence of which blossoming onto the lush pout of my lip in a bead of blood. Tongue reacts naturally, peeking out to lap it away just as quickly as it had appeared before hand raises and a finger skims across the minescule wound. I am startled by his laughter then, and something in the rich tenor of it makes me think that it has been far too long since he has given in to such a sound. It is an infectious thing though, and I find myself breaking into a smile. My own lilting laughter is added to his though it is softer and short-lived. His pet name has my cheeks glowing again and I duck my head, shaking it from side to side so that platinum curls bounce and swish under the moonlight. "Fiesty maybe... but I'm all 'Meow' and no claws." I lift my hands and mimic a clawing motion with a grin. As I reach out to comfort him, that musing look in his eyes turns acute and attentive, his chin tilting to face me, lips moving to assure me it was fine. Yeah... that's exactly what an abused housewife says when she shows up at her parent's with a black eye and bruises all over her. My expression would condone that I wasn't convinced in the slightest, but I withdrew my fingertips slowly, placing them in my lap as I inquired of his name. He remains silent for many long moments, enough that I am given to ponder whether or not he had a name at all. Or if it was something ridiculous like fluffy or whiskers or some insipid and demeaning thing like that. Maybe I shouldn't have asked at all... But then, it comes softly, unbidden... as if perhaps it hadn't been spoken in years. "Aiden..." I repeated it in a gentile whisper, letting the taste of it roll across my tongue like a savory delicacy and decided I was rather fond of it. "I like it...sounds strong." I murmured with a smile. "Seems to suit you." Eyes glance back at him again. "I'm Heidi." I offered simply and unceremoniously. In truth I'd never cared for my name, and had even thought to change it before it grew on me as a young woman. when I attempt a subject change to something less intense than being held against One's will, I find myself returned to that very topic and even further disheartened by the poor mans' answer. Not only was he a pet... but a penniless one at that. I was floored, to say the least. How cruel! To keep a man locked up, and shut out from the world, his only crime being something exotic... probably in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Hm..." I muse, eyes drifting down the street to the bright halogen glow of distant shops. Perhaps.. perhaps I could be his connection to that world. Maybe. By now, the moon had sunk below the trees of Hyde Place park and there was a slight glimmer to the east, whispering of Dawn just beyond the horizon. Realizing the late hour, I gasped and hopped to my feet. "I am afraid I must go now, Aiden." I spoke lightly but tinged with the sluggishness of sleep. "It is late and I must try and get some rest before my day tomorrow." I explained as I turned to go, moving to leap the gap between buildings. I turn and look at him as I reach the door that would lead into my flat, amethyst zephyrs sparkling like lilac firelight. "It was a pleasure to meet you... I hope to see you again soon." ...But I'll Be Truly Yours...  |