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
My Own Form Of CHAOS
Posted on June 04, 2014 by Damon
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My eyes glitter with mischief, knowing well that she'll be picturing the blood spilling all over her expensive flooring. Not that she can't replace it with a drop of her pretty little hat but she has to admit, the picture has a certain ring to it. I've been known to decapitate my victims in my lust for their blood and when I'm done, I place their heads back upon their shoulders, usually propping them up in a chair or soemthing to make the scene look almost humble, picturesque. Humans might call it morbid, disgusting, really, but I only see the poetry in it, the art. She openly admires my power now that she knows what it is, adding on that she hopes I don't just use it on my food. I think of the human girl Isolt and how I took away her apprehension with just a glance, yet I have yet to taste her scarlet blood. True, she is like a toy to me but no, I guess I don't just use it on food. I shrug lightly before responding. "Well, one has to eat, but no, I do have other uses for it." I raise a brow, as if challenging her to ask me what those other uses might be. Of course, if things go along as they are now, she might just find out instead. I can tell she's a little impressed but she's also not an easy cookie to crack. Good, that would take all the fun out of it if she was. I can see she's probably still deciding if I'm going to be of any use to her and I'll damn well make sure I do. I don't plan on just showing up for a taste tonight. I'm much too greedy for that. At least I know I have her interest now. I chuckle under my breath at her comment about cheap things, glancing back toward the dancers before I reply. "I wouldn't think you are. I'm not hard to satisfy but I do indulge in the finer things every so often. Too much of anything is a bad thing, you know." I can tell just by the way she looks down at the humans dancing that she doesn't go for the beggers. Oh no, she probably like the tough guys, the ones that pretend not to give a damn, but then, I bet a girl like her has them eating out of the palm of her pretty little hand within seconds. I bet she's kinky too. I can totally picture her as the type who likes leather and chains. She looks like an adrenaline junkie, one who craves that special taste in the veins of her victims once you really get their hearts pumping. She's not the only one who likes to play with her food. I just like to play things out for a while, dance a little and be carefree before I rip their throats out and dance in their blood. I know it's a daring move to lean in so close to her but I've always been a risk taker. Arrogant? I will admit to some vanity, but I'm not just looks either. I've got some smarts to go along with it. She stands stock still like a statue, not daring to move. I know that at any moment she could take her fill of me and lash out. It could easily end in my demise yet she stays her hand, just as I was counting on. The enticement of danger has never stopped me before. My voice is like sweet honey and yes, it is the same I use for my human play things but I'm much more free handed with them. I would have definitely been at third base by now. I'm much more cautious with this one. She chuckles and the sound is laced with danger, enough to make my skin tingle with longing. Her voice is a purr even as she looks at me with eyes that say it all. She's not one to ask nicely, but then, I never thought she was. At her question, I grin and shake my head. "You don't, but then, I wouldn't be sitting here if you were." She moves forward, reaching for my shirt and I inhale sharply with anticipation as she pulls me close harshly. Our noses are mere millimeteres apart, our lips just a bit more so. I look from her lush lips to her eyes, drawn to both equally as she tells me exactly what I already surmised about her, that she takes what she wants. My whisper is silk. "Then tell me...what is it you want?" Her voice is enticing and yet promising of pain, both equally enjoyable to myself. I notice her own gaze moving from my lips to my eyes before she releases my shirt. The grin upon her lips is addictive as she leans back, as relaxed as she was before. She speaks again, her voice a purr once more. She leans in close and I hold my ground, my tongue licking across my top lip slowly as she speaks. I chuckle under my breath at her question before I shake my head. "No, I'm not. I know a potential in mutual profits when I see it. I also deal in favors. I think we'll have a chance to help each other out. Maybe not tonight, maybe not this week, but some day." I can tell that she is a riddler as well, one who likes to put double meanings behind every word. I know that she might not like my answer at any given moment and yet I've always enjoyed the risk and I don't think that will ever change. |