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 September 06, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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The woman's soft assurance that trouble seemed to follow him around seemed to see that touch of a simper grace his lips once more, the man content to take some amusement within her words even despite the blood loss that seemed to render much of his mind oblivious to the very world around him. Here, within the confines of the hotel and with Nadya to watch over him, in a fashion, the stallion found his Will beginning to fade, so much of that tension within his frame beginning to release to be replaced with little other than utter exhaustion in the wake of that fading adrenaline that had so kept him alive even this long. He desired the embrace of his own pack, of Edie and Claire and the protection they so afforded him along with the comfort of is own bed and yet within Nadya's company too he felt his form beginning to simply let go of that tension it had held for...god knew how many days he had been within that hell hole. He allows himself to lay fully back upon the bed- her comment about her clothes so inspiring a tumble of words from his lips that the man himself barely hears much less recognises for the affection within them. Frost, after all, is a decidedly unaffectionate being at the bet of times. The man guarded, closed, private- disliking even the hugs his pack mates so often tried to lavish upon him. Touch is simply not his way, much less any vocal declarations of care. Frost far more given to display his care for those he held even a modicum of respect for with actions, spending time within their presence, permitting them to be around him or so see him in those stolen moments of calm as Edie often did. Yet in the haze of injury it is a struggle to uphold his own barriers.

"What blood...loss?"

The woman was no longer making sense, he is assured, Frost failing to anticipate his own words had perhaps not been decidedly complimentary as his those stark violet eyes close for a moment. God he was tired. So tried. It is an awareness of sorts that so seems to overcome him, the scent of the woman seeming to stir him into wakefulness once more as his eyes flutter open again only to find Nadya so hovering above him. He feels himself frown ever so slightly, unable to work out just what the woman was doing and yet he hardly found her proximity reason enough to move. Frost willing enough to allow her within his space before her words seemed to find his mind, lips parting to speak before he finds her own pressed against him. For all that mist that so seems to have overtaken his mind the stallion seems to find a stark clarity with this action alone as that sensation of healing seems to brush over him like a wave, beginning to knot together the flesh of his chest and lessen those bruises and burns that scatter his skin. For perhaps the first time the equine so allows one hand to lift, fingers so gently brushing across her cheek before sliding upward to tangle within her hair and so guide her more fully against him and allow him to deepen that kiss. He had not failed, if anything, to learn from their previous encounters- the man content to hold onto some part of the woman in this fashion lest she try and run again. Frost at last allowing his hand to drop, his own healing...at last beginning to stir back into life. Nadya's power so having lessened his wounds enough to allow his weakened healing to at least begin to make an effort no that the task was not so impossible.

"Yes. At least- I can feel my own powers again, if only slightly. Thank you."

That he was still unlikely to make it home remained to be seen, his limbs still entirely content to feel like lead and yet the woman continued to hover above him, much of his thought inclined to rest upon her alone as his vision so seemed to clear into something far less hazy. The question of just why she had healed him remained to be seen, Frost himself perhaps...unsure of just where he so stood with the woman in the wake of some of their more recent meetings and yet his intrigue within her remained all the same. Even if she seemed so destined to continue to keep him waiting. He is distinctly aware of the manner in which she lays herself beside him, the heat of her form radiating to his own- the man noting for the first time he felt almost....cold. Frost truly having forgotten what it was to feel the natural temperature and yet like his ability to see within her mind that power remains out of his reach. One hand lifts upward, pushing aside that snowy white hair for perhaps the first time and allowing his violet gaze to be so strikingly visible as he simply lays beside her for several moments yet before at last shifting, slowly, almost painfully onto his own side to face her.

"Of all the women I have known in my life- you confuse me the most, Naja."

It is his turn now, as he has never truly done before, to close that distance between them and allow his lips to find her own- stealing from her another kiss atop that bed.


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