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

i'll wash my hands of these bloody prints


Posted on September 14, 2016 by WILLIAM HOLLOWAY
West

The Ripper


William Jack Holloway



Will certainly liked to think of himself as a good person, one that wasn't prone to murder even though his very species ached for it. But then there was that satisfying noise of the breath escaping the woman beneath him. There was something about that rush of power as he had her so carefully pinned against that wall with the Cavendish blade at her throat. Perhaps, maybe a little bit, he enjoyed that rush of power as though his very body was built for it. And it was. He was meant to be a killer, even if he'd never enjoyed it. But now, seeing this girl who was so clearly following him against the wall of the building and that flash of a predatory smile on her features...

Will's heart was certainly full of utter glee.

He was aware, truly, of the dagger she placed right between his legs, though he had no doubt that he could stop her from placing that blade further into his person. He, too, caught the way she shivered, and was amused entirely by the way it seemed to be entirely out of pleasure. Oh, so the little girl wanted to play. She enjoyed this game, and Will was all too willing to provide to her. It would be so easy to press that blade into that tender flesh and end her life. But no, not even Will was that cruel. He would play with his new toy before he made any abrupt decisions. Who knows, maybe she could be a fun little thing. Given the way she felt to argue when there was a blade to her throat, she was sure to be a blast.

"She-devil, hm?" The Englishman couldn't help the chuckle that erupted from his mouth. "Little girl, how vicious you think you are. It's like toying with a kitten." It was too easy to tease her, to taunt at the fiery personality that so clearly bubbled under the surface. Will couldn't deny the way that his brows furrowed at the mention that he might have been wrong about her, but he still didn't look towards the figures she gestured to. "What an interesting tale," he purred, that wicked grin spreading even further on his features. He loved how brave the little girl was, and how unaffected she was by this all. At the mention of skills, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I somehow doubt that, darling."

Swiftly, the man moved the hand that wasn't holding that dagger against her throat. For once, he was thankful for the speed that his species gave him. His fingers latched around her wrist easily, forcibly bending back her hand and squeezing that pressure point he knew so well until the blade fell to the ground at their feet. Too easily, he kicked it out of the way before his attention went back to the girl, leaning his full weight against her. Still, he was a compassionate sort, and he did move his blade down just slightly to rest over the skin of her heart. He didn't loosen up his hold on her even slightly, instead those brown eyes of his bore into her.

"I've spent a lot of time running from people watching me," The man purred, the smirk at being called handsome appearing on his face so readily. It had been so long since someone had said that to him, and yet he still couldn't help the pride that swelled within the Duke's chest. "You expect me to believe it was some humans you were watching and not me?" He leaned in, his breath hot on her cheek as he eyed her. "So tell me beautiful, what were you doing tonight?"

But darling -- it's only human nature.



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