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

ice, ice baby


Posted on September 11, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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It was a fortunate thing, perhaps, that the stallion so refrained from pilfering within his companions thoughts in that moment, Edie left so entirely to the privacy of such wonderings as Frost merely sought to entertain himself. He was assured, after all, that Edie's own thoughts would hardly exist beyond her consideration of dress sizes and price tags, the man holding little interest in either and as such his affinity remains unused until his Beta sees fit to return with her bag and her assurance that he hardly needed to see this outfit he had so paid for. The teasing words upon her lips and this reference to 'honey' seeing the faintest of eye rolls from the man somewhere beneath that forelock of white hair before se moved to grasp his hand and guide him from the store. How...unusual it was to find his hand within the grasp of another, the gesture foreign to him and yet he made no effort to truly disengage from it all the same- allowing Edie to so play the part he had afforded her if only for the delight it seemed to bring the woman although he hardly anticipated as to why- those private thoughts of her own hardly having found their way to his own mind. Frost so naive perhaps, in his understanding of the emotions that turned within his companion. The more delicate nature of the world after all, those of feelings and emotion and that delicate interplay of affection was....new to him on far more levels then he cared to admit. The man falling easily into step beside is companion now.

A soft snort of amusement erupts within him at Edie's assurance she was hardly complaining, that squeeze to his hand seeing him glance down once more towards it before the woman abruptly released him, his eyes rolling softly once more at the decidedly excitable woman he had found himself in the company of today. Frost half assured her coffee had perhaps only now taken effect. The return of his long-missing bank card however was hardly poorly received, one eye lifting in surprise that the woman might even admit to having it let alone returning it to him. Frost moved to take it from her all the same, tucking it within his back pocket before she so claimed he had needed only to ask for her to be his girlfriend- that faint simper of rarely seen amusement tracing his features again.

"and here I thought you might prefer a man who takes charge."

There is a distinct note of tease to those every cool words, Frost so aware of her commitment to Kato and yet truly he held decided doubt as to the mans usefulness in any sense. It is his respect for Edie alone perhaps- that so sees him tolerate her boyfriend and whatever relationship they held. Provided Kato pleased her Frost was entirely content to let the man be even despite his disruption of the stallion's living room floor. It is within that moment he so finds himself dragged into the nearest store with Edie's assurance she required a necklace to so match her outfit for this evening, his own violet gaze lingering upon the jewellery that surrounded them with a distinct look of...bemusement all the same. This was decidedly out of his depth, the man never having brought jewellery for a woman within his life and yet the notion of relationship, false or otherwise was as unfamiliar to him as the store itself.

"I think we should start with the necklace."

He replies, his lip quirking ever so briefly all the same before so demanding the woman out of the store much to her evident disdain. If he was not permitted to see such a dress then he hardly saw why she might be permitted to see this necklace he had so been instructed to buy- waiting entirely until the woman was outside before waving over the salesman, repeating Edie's decided instructions on what she liked before the salesman returned with a veritable plethora of necklaces for him to choose from. It is only after some moments of decision that the man finally selects something he deems suitable enough, tucking it within the pocket of his jacket before moving to step back out and onto the strip- this time gesturing back towards the hotel.

"If there is nothing else you need I recommend we head back so I can go over the rest of my plan with you and you can catch up on the sleep you lost this morning. There is no time for you to fall asleep tonight."

He makes no mention of the jewellery he had for her, quite content to leave the woman guessing as he moves to lead the way back towards the hotel, enjoying that heated touch of sun upon his skin before they finally reach those doors, Frost content to lead the way to the elevator- pressing the button for the highest of floors. It was perhaps, the very poverty he had so come from as a child that so formulated his appreciation for those finer things in life- the stallion stepping out as the elevator halted before unlocking the only door upon the entire floor. Affording Edie a view of the penthouse suite for the first time- the entirety of Vegas itself spread out below them as the man moves to seat himself in the nearest plush chair, one leg folding over the other as he reclines- leaving Edie to explore the room for several moments before that ghost of a simper so finds his features.

"Kato might do dirt floors and sleeping in bushes but I do not. Now, are you ready to hear the rest of my plan?"


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