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

Tie this around your neck;


Posted on June 04, 2014 by Risque
West

SCREAM baby, SCREAM;


The meeting was short, one might have thought that she killed the man on the spot, the sly seedy business man trying to keep from paying Risque what was owed to her. Spewing some bullshit that they didn't have the money, but that was clearly a lie. He fizzled beneath her stare rather quickly, knowing he had lost the moment he entered. It didn't take much to strike the match of fear within the mortal's greedy eyes. No one fucked the dark mistress in the art of business, she chose her investments carefully, monitoring them even closer. "Do I need to remind you what I am capable of?" His fear was palpable now, swallowing a hard lump that formed within his throat. "You have 48 hours to bring me the money you owe me with interest or I show you just what I do to people who try to fuck me Mr. Dicello." She remains perfectly still, not even a twitch of a sooty lash or a fidget of her pale hand, her face impassive and composed, her eyes holding a promise for the horror he would meet if he did not deliver. He left in defeat, shoulders visibly slumped. A minute or two after she slipped out of her office and into the club wearing a devilish red dress, striking against her porcelain flesh, accompanied by a pair of black pumps.


Call it fate or just really bad timing for them but just like clockwork, she responds to the panic that lingered in the air. A delicious scent pouring from her disobedient pet, but he is not alone, but with a duo. Very little seemed to shake the unflappable cat, so naturally her interest was struck like a match. She caught the ending of the tall lanky one's words, asking how to get out. She chuckles darkly, a languid deliciously rich sound as she emerges from the crowd, impeccable timing. "Silly little cat, there is no way out." She spoke mater of factly, appearing behind Tetradore, her mere presence alone could make ones skin crawl. She nearly reaches to caress the collar digging into the flesh of his neck but doesn't. She is too busy sizing up the weres, but not without brushing up against her pet. She devoured the new scent, practically tasting it, memorizing it so that it was immortalized within her very mind.


"Well well well, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends Tetradore." It wasn't so much of a question, more so a shrill command, a deceiving smile spread across her lips concealing her fangs, a cyanide smile. She surveys with them with a meticulously thorough assessment, her eyes unblinking. She moves with a sultry coolness, an apex predator finding something of interest, in fact two little stray cats, lost and found on her door step. "Do not move.." She commands, the flicker of her power reaching out to them, a cool caress upon warmed flesh. She was far from done with them, she would not have them fleeing before then.


Clearly they were beings of import to him, why else had he wanted to keep them secret. Stashed away from her prying and predatory eyes. Didn't he know that secrets did not make friends. She swallowed back the prickle of irritation, channeling it into making him squirm. "Why don't you come closer so I can get a better look at the both of you. I won't bite." She coos a sweet lie , her voice deceptive like a lullaby charming a child into a sleep, but in reality it was more like a haunting eulogy.


Pale multifaceted eyes flickered momentarily toward Tetradore to gauge his reaction. Something had gone terribly awry, a moment would have no qualms with seizing.






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