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

information overload, situation lost control


Posted on July 18, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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Her assurance that her affinity was indeed useful merely sees what little of his violet gaze remains visible roll softly somewhere beneath that mop of oddly white hair, his attention drawn briefly downward to the manner in which her slender fingers tease at his shirt. Her subtle flirtation was hardly lost upon him, the man taking some amusement within it- at least to some extent, his less then moral compass still entirely content to wonder how easy it might be to pilfer his beta from the arms of Kato. Such...disturbances in his pack however, would hardly be conducive to business. Even so, he makes little effort to dissuade the woman's occasional touches, returning their conversation to the discussion of her apparent wages for this event. She was a fiery little thing, to be sure, though truly such an energy was what had made her so alluring in the first place. She was not easily cowed in any regard. She was, like most women, perhaps prone to get somewhat emotional in some situations had been evidenced by her abrupt departure from the Ark and yet it was the manner in which she controlled such emotion, for the most part- that the man find decidedly pleasing. A rare thing, truly. Frost was nearly never pleased with anyone. Her fingers moved to trace a pattern upon his chest, one eye arching briefly upward at her words as Frost merely settles further back in his chair- evidently unconcerned with them all the same until her fingers move to curl within a single lock of his own hair. His affinity flares to life with effortless ease, sweeping the woman in a sudden embrace of heat if only startle her, a chuckle humming within his throat before he allows it to die, entirely content to leave her mildly flustered from her efforts before he speaks.

"I am doing most of the work, not all, but most- you are doing some. English may not be my first language, Edie, but you cannot confuse me with it. Most is more than some and as such most of the money is my own."

He responds smoothly, Edie speaking then of Kato, the overly large African man whom seemed content to break most of his flooring and consume most of his food. That Edie's good mood was the sole use for the man's existence earns little more than a snort from the stallion. This mention of vampires seeing his gaze flicker towards her all the same. What, or who, Edie decided to do in her free time was of little concern to him. After all, it hardly impacted him in any fashion and until the day it did he saw little need to interfere. Her mention of a vampire however manages to bring a ghost of a simper to his lips once more.

"Did you truly expect it to be good, Elskan? He's a vampire, he's dead, how good could it be? As for the expenses, fine, sixty-forty it is then."

Frost, it seems, is not entirely beyond discussing her nightly conquests with her- the man finding himself vaguely amused by them all the same as plane takes flight. The emotions that turn within the woman at his mention of the gala are hardly missed by the equine and yet he moves to easily pull his affinity away from her, leaving her thoughts entirely to the privacy of her own mind before asking after the fae man- if only to release her from the stress of attempting to actually label the emotion she seemed unwilling too. Her admittance that she had, indeed, pinned the man to the ground was more satisfactory then he truly allowed her to see. That the woman had discovered some further information about him however was intriguing, his gaze held upon her own now. An invisible fairy? That....could prove decidedly difficult if this Dorian so felt inclined. Such thoughts were for later perhaps, the man distracted once more by Edie's mention of Sam. Frost merely allows his shoulders to shrug, as if the information was hardly secretive and perhaps it wasn't. Edie had simply never asked.

"Yes, she is connected to the Ark pack, the girlfriend of it's Alpha and I am merely....shaking the boat a little."

He leaves it there, the air hostess ending any further comments he may have made, Edie ordering both of them coffee as Edie leaned forward once more asking for further information on his plan.

"It's invitational, we need to win enough of the smaller games to get ourselves noticed and invited. I am entirely assured we can do just that. Tell me though, do you have any real knowledge of poker? It will help if you know something in the least, strip poker not included."


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