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

we walk with the shadows


Posted on September 14, 2016 by vhalla
West



It was another useless night trailing a couple of men who showed absolutely no promise of violence. Her master was coming up with more and more jobs to keep her busy simply because she had been vanishing recently to accompany Sam and inquire about poisons from Spencer. Rolling her eyes dramatically, she wanted nothing better to do than return home and soak in her deep tub for hours on end. Yet, here she was wasting another night. Cursing under her breath, she stands from her crouched position, stretching her legs. Though, she typically would leap from roof top to roof top to follow her prey, tonight she felt it would be better to follow on foot, give her sleepy mind something to preoccupy itself with.

Finding the nearest fire escape, she descends it quickly and eyes the two hooded figures across the street, vanishing into a nearby alleyway. She vaguely notices a man prowling through the street as she begins forward and she realizes only too late when he turns on a heel and moves swiftly towards her. Vhal's brows arch in surprise but she is gripping the dagger in her boot and the lost time causes the man to shove her against the wall, her breath escaping with an oof.

Regaining her breath, she manages to carefully place the tip of her dagger at his manhood, without him knowing, just as his own knife is at her throat ready to slit her open. Narrowing her eyes dangerously, her feral smile transforms her into a predator as his own wicked gaze lands on her. She can't help the shiver that runs down her spine, though not from fear, but from finally meeting a worthy opponent versed in the arts of hand to hand combat. She lets her ice blue eyes travel the length of his face down his shoulders and stopping at his chest, only because she can feel the blade pressed firmly against her neck.

Returning her gaze back to his own, she notices she has to look slightly up, considering the man towers over her. "Ah, I prefer the title 'she-devil'," she purrs at him darkly. "As for following you, I believe you might want to pull your head out of your ass. I have no desire to tangle with you, you are simply hindering me from tracking my job," she gestures with her eyes across the street to the hooded figures disappearing down the alley. "I suppose I should also warn you that I'm as skilled with my blades as you are. I can remove your little play thing as fast as you can slit my throat," she beams up at him, adjusting her grip on her dagger, pressing it up against his manhood.

"Now, we can have a civil conversation if you'd like if you would kindly withdraw your blade," she croons again at him. There was not even an inkling of fear in her. Vhalla was certain that if the man were to kill her, he would have done it already, and though she was loathe to admit, he had, had her at a disadvantage by being quicker. Shrugging her shoulders at him, she could feel the dagger move at her throat as she did, nicking the skin slightly as a trickle of blood ran down the side of her neck. Not even a wince entered her features. She was accustomed to pain, especially those inflicted by others.

"What do you say, handsome?" And he was handsome, the assassin did not fail to notice even though she hadn't been with a man for an age.

Vhalla Solarn

don't go inside; that's where my demons hide


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