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

a shock of light could save you from the shadows


Posted on September 18, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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For several moments still Frost merely pauses within those shadows atop the steel roof, the violet of his gaze lingering upon the ever terrified woman and the nervousness that spiralled through her until the air was thick with her fear. He could smell it leeching from her even without those predatory instincts his animal form lacked. Fear was powerful, it was potent, it bothered him almost as much as it appeased him in some sense and yet he simply continued to so effortlessly weave that magic and animate those fae women to life. It was easy, terribly so, to pry into the womans mind, her thoughts scattered with fear and yet within them existed those images and memories form the past, the stallion plucking them from her mind to weave them so flawlessly into the ruse he played now. No illusion was ever perfect, of that the man remained assured. He had seen his own fair share of illusion magic within his time and yet her fear would surely be far too potent to allow her to find any gaps within his own affinity tonight. There was something almost...satisfying in so watching the woman's terror as she turned to face the leading Fae, the name 'Layla' so uttered upon her lips as Frost continues to linger within the shadows of the building, puppeteering that blonde woman to walk forward with her all-too charming smile and near purr Samanthas name as her companions edge and flutter about upon the very rim of Samantha's vision if only to further increase her fear before at last striding forward to stand with their leader.

The note of defiance within Samantha's voice was almost....surprising and yet the fear that interlaced it was hardly missed as the little Fae woman stepped back, Frosts own gaze narrowing slightly in ready anticipation for the woman to attempt to run towards the Ark and the sanctuary she surely believed existed within it. How displeasing it would be to have to chase the woman, the snowy haired man assured he could outrun her all the same, if not in this form then most assuredly within his other. Her weak demand to have them leave her alone results in little more then peels of girlish laughter from her attackers, two of the illusionary Fae moving to come behind her now, separating Samantha from the path that led to the Ark with barely a wave of the man's hand. Layla striding confidently forward again now, one hand reaching out as if to smooth the hair from Samantha's face and tuck it behind her ear- Frost allowing yet another of his affinities to flare to life in that moment, affording the illusionary creatures touch a feeling of warmth. But you've always been ours and now your little monarchy is too, your not going to run away from us again are you?

It is Naia then that steps forward, twirling that slender, feminine little dagger in her fingers, caressing its silver surface in delight, her features contorted to look as entirely as Sam remembered them so gleeful in their violent intent. It was almost tragic really, how much Samantha had already suffered. Frost momentarily given to consider that she was....almost like him. At least- he had once been innocent too, his own tormentors far more numerous and off an entirely different breed and yet somehow the girl had retained that innocent naive nature. How unfortunate it should be he whom was left to quell it from her. Not to much though- no, killing her would....surely displease Nadya and it is the single thought of that woman that so sees him hesitate. It was entirely time perhaps, to simply give this game away and let Samantha be. He had surely tormented her enough for his own satisfaction, tonight he would simply finish what he had started. Naia's voice ringing out so gleefully. We can't have you running from us. The illusionary Fae so suddenly slices that dagger downward and across the Samantha's leg, Frost allowing that flare of hit to burst into life in just that position as if to further convince the girl she had been slashed with that silver tip- though her leg, in truth, remained entirely whole- that blood that ran from it no more real then the woman themselves as they seemed to erupt into a chorus of girlish giggling once more. Layla extending her hand again. Come now Sam, come with us- or we shall take you.


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