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

some say the world will end in fire


Posted on July 11, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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Even Frost is not oblivious to the selection of words he offered the panther before him in these ever so delicate of moments. After all, there is decidedly little Frost does without considerable thought, the single offered word of politeness the same he had given Alex in an effort to sway the Hunter's decision much as he did Nadya's own in this moment. There was a certain potency, after all, to the words he withheld until they were needed. Nadya too, seeming to falter much as Alexander had at a request punctuated with a 'please' interwoven within it. The pressure upon him fails to cease and yet it no longer presses downward all the same, merely aimed at keeping him in such a position and yet his Will continues to press almost violently against it, gathering further and further force so unseen within the stallion as he kneels. Though for now he holds it back, withdraws it within himself. The woman before him perhaps the only creature for whom he is willing to withhold any of the more....volatile of his energies. The low growl that continues to rumble within the woman is hardly missed by the snowy creature, both ears pricked atop his skull at the sound, the violet of his gaze continuing to watch her from beneath those lashings of impossibly long mane that hang askew in every direction. It is her words however, that at last seem to achieve some reaction from the stallion, a snort erupting from within him.

She had believed him different? Different from what? Her aggressive brother and his murderous friend? The mentally damaged wolf that ran with them? His difference perhaps, was merely a control the others lacked on most occasions. His own having faulted so unfortunately today and within her presence and yet such faults were rare. It is merely displeasing she had witnessed his normally infinite patience becoming a little....thin. She continues to speak and for the moment at least Frost merely allows her to do as such, gaze resting upon her now.

You told them I can't what?

He knew entierly what it was she had attempted to say and yet failed to do so, the man simply seeking to prompt it for her all the same. If she seeks to come to some realisation then why not allow her to do as such? Had she truly believed him incapable of harm? He had, perhaps, deliberately sought to craft some illusion of innocence about himself and yet by the same token he had never once spoken a lie to her. She knew of Raven's attack, she knew the wolf had struck first on both accounts just as she knew the damage that had been rendered by him. The only lie that had surely been told was that of Nadya to herself. Her beliefs in him were hardly his own doing and yet it...displeased him in some manner to have her look at him in such a fashion. He had kept this side of himself from her for months, at least on some level, to have her bare witness to it was unfortunate and yet why did it bother him so? Why her opinion of him mattered he hardly knew and yet on some level the man was perhaps willing to admit that it did.

You know some of my past. Did you truly believe they just let me leave the place I was born, Naja? Did you truly believe I was not capable of harming?

He was a War Horse, created for perhaps a singular purpose, even if he had spent considerable time attempting to undo such a thing the truth of it existed all the same. How had she, truly, believed he had escaped the life he had been born too? Had she truly anticipated he had left without bloodshed? Perhaps it hardly mattered. The truth remained all the same. She had seen the damage he had done to Raven, she had been told the truth of it, perhaps, until now, she had simply not accepted it. The sudden release of pressure upon him sees the stallion move near instantly, limbs folded back to allow him to rise now, pulling himself up and onto all four hooves- towering above the panther and the still cowering Jackal he had long since lost interest in. His attention, in these moments, fixated upon the feline before him now. The threat of the return of her brother hardly managing to sway him. Tetradore was of little concern. The male panther hardly the force so many seemed to believe him to be and yet such things were perhaps bettered considered another day. His voice, this time is...softer perhaps, still holding that frosted edge and yet there is some manner of...care within it, despite how foreign such a thing is to himself.

You know the truth of what occurred with Raven. You have also known for far longer then you care to admit what I am capable of, but you have known too, that I gave my word I would bring no harm to you or your children and I won't.

He merely pauses, such words perhaps more true then most he has spoken and yet he seeks to add no more, the return of the press of gravity upon him a further assurance that she desires he leave and yet still the powerful stallion remains, aware of the area around him. If Tetradore or any other members of her pack were moving towards them they were still some distance off. Her demand to stay away from her is met with the vaguest quick of his lip.

I find I have difficulty staying away from you. Even despite your brother.

For today however, he is perhaps willing to honour her request, heavy hooves shifting slightly backward, allowing his heavy form to turn before he pauses a final time.

How long are you truly intending to live in that Ark?



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