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

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Posted on August 23, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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Edie's apparent desire to fall asleep upon him at any given moment hardly went unnoticed by the often irritable equine, Frost assured he would have to find some moment in the day to allow Edie the chance to actually sleep lest her apparent tiredness afflict her tonight. An exhausted companion would be of little use to him. Tiredness led to mistakes and mistakes could hardly be afforded tonight. It would be wise, perhaps, to allow the girl to sleep after they had sorted out some attire for her. He reaches effortlessly into the back pocket of his own jeans, pulling his own pair of sunglasses from within before sliding them into place, one hand moving to pull that tousled white hair from his now concealed gaze before gesturing towards the street- content to allow Edie to choose the direction. Women, after all, seemed to be entirely apt at navigating a shopping trip with far more efficiency then he himself held any desire to ever achieve. This mention of his bank car however hardly goes unnoticed, Edie attempting to twist his words upon him in some effort to justify her continued use of his bank accounts.

"I meant to imply you could use it once and return it, not continue to hold it hostage. Your limit expires this afternoon."

The words are barely free of his lips before the woman moves to grasp his hand, pulling him towards what is so notably the more expensive end of town, Frost perhaps resigned to this fate for now and yet truly the man is half inclined to consider this is yet another reason he has declined to involve himself more fully with any woman. A girlfriend was a decidedly expensive creature to maintain, though it would seem a pack mate is no less. On Edie however, it would seem, the man is inclined to at least afford her the appropriate attire for the very adventure he had so desired she accompany him on. He moves easily to stroll beside her, Frost decidedly unused to this sort of weather, thankful for the sunglasses that so shielded his gaze from the glare of it's rays and yet some part of him almost relished that warmth that he was so often forced to manufacture for himself. Edie's inquiry sees his attention return to the vixen beside him, that violet gaze lingering upon her slender frame for several moments before his lips part once more to offer those ever cool lyrics that so seem to punctuate all his words.

"You will need something classy and yet something that shows off your figure too. We need you to be a little....distracting."

He was entirely aware of the slender form the woman possessed and indeed he was assured that she could be made to look all the more pleasing within the right outfit, the stallion hardly seeing any need to hide the manner in which his gaze so lingered upon her in consideration of just what might display her to their mutual advantage. Edie, after all, was decidedly integral to the plan. The very basis of his plan required nearly all eyes to be upon her, rather than himself and indeed what she was wearing was sure to play something of a part in that- the vast majority of those she would play tonight sure to be men and as such surely easily to distract. Men, after all, so seemed to possess an ability to think with parts of themselves other than their minds.

"Perhaps we might try this one."

He gestures easily to the first of the stores, allowing Edie to move ahead of him and within the air-conditioned space, the store filled with rack upon rack of evening gowns, several other women already within and twirling before the mirrors in a manner the man has rarely understood. Unless they intended to spend the night spinning did the manner in which the dress flared as they did truly hold any sway? For all his abilities, perhaps, to tolerate the fairer sex- the result of having been raised with no true Father â€" some aspects of women remained decidedly elusive to him. It is hardly a moment before a saleswoman appears, hurrying over towards them before asking entirely what she could do to assist them. The snowy-haired man moved to gesture lightly to his companion now.

"My girlfriend requires an evening gown, she will tell you what she wants I am assured. I will wait over here."

The last words are directed more to Edie then the saleswoman whom had already hurried off to select a number of dresses to display to the English girl, Frost moving to seat himself upon the nearest bench , several others taken up by the other husbands, boyfriends or lovers whom had been so dragged on similar endeavours. His use of such an endearing moniker in regards to his Beta however, was entirely purposeful, that ghost of a simper ever so briefly tracing his lips. His words, this time, offered to her mind alone.

A couple playing together is far less suspicious then merely two friends. I forgot to inform you that I intended for you to play such a role this weekend.

Frost never truly forgets anything.



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