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

chase the sky into the ocean


Posted on August 14, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
West


Samantha let out a breath of relief as the shaggy haired man in front of her seemed to understand that she had no desire to kill the people who were after her. She may have wanted to keep herself safe, but the idea of carrying around an iron weapon made herself sick. What if her fingers touched the iron? What if Dorian got too curious and harmed himself? What if any of the girls at the burlesque got into her bag? A faerie queen should not use iron, of that she was assured. It was with that alone that she put her hands up, shaking her head as he tried to hand it back to her. He seemed to understand, his body moving to put the gun away in the floorboard and within seconds, he had pulled out another bag to hand to her. She's hardly given time to resist it, and curiosity alone saw her opening the bag. "Right, hurt but not kill," She replied gently as she untied the ribbon and peered into the bag to see...

Marbles?

They were surely marbles, and yet she still trusted that he had handed her a weapon. Reluctantly, she found herself reaching in the bag and pulling out one of the glass marbles. Perhaps they were more complicated than they seemed? She rolled it within her palm, waiting for the familiar sting of iron to burn at her skin. But no, they just seemed to be normal glass marbles. They wouldn't protect her at all. Her disappointment must have been clear, but she did nothing but look up with a small smile on her features. "Thank you, Tobi. This is very helpful." She moved to tuck them into the pocket of her jeans, attempting to calm the disappointment and anxiety that had taken over her. It was hard not to feel his delight, and it was that alone that brought the smile on her features.

One that was interrupted almost immediately as her hand was seized. She nearly dropped the stuffed dog that she held as he nearly tossed her onto the bed. One hand went out instinctively, catching herself before she adjusted herself, sitting cross-legged on the bed to watch him as he dug through the wardrobe in the corner. A small laugh escaped her throat at the idea of poor Raven having to help clean up the mess that he created - she would be sure to tidy up as much as he would allow her to. Though, given the erratic nature of the man, it was hard to know what his reaction would be if she touched his things without being invited.

He was so much like a child, it was hard not to enjoy his presence. She put Charles gently aside as she examined the pile of toys that had been dumped on top of her. She eyed the toy car and the dragon... or angry snake as Tobi liked to call it, before she grinned and reached for the dragon. "You know, this is actually called a dragon. But you're right, it's exactly like an angry snake." She looked up at him with a bright smile. "In fairy tales, they're used to guard towers that princesses are locked up in." She played with the toy in her lap, grinning to herself at the ideas of fairy tales and stories. She had loved them so much as a child. Now her reality was a fairy tale.

"I'm a queen, you know," She said offhandedly, as though it was unimportant. And perhaps it was. After all, she'd yet to explicitly tell Aiden about it. "A faerie queen." She grinned over at him. "You're not going to lock me in a tower with a dragon, are you?" Her tone was teasing, though given the erratic moods of the young man, she supposed it was entirely possible that he would.




Samantha Cassidy

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