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
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
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide
Posted on September 27, 2016 by vhalla
Vhal was slightly surprised to feel him release her wrists and having the pressure removed she slowly brought her hands to her sides, palms against the wall as he kisses her back feverishly. When he pulls away, she finds herself panting slightly. It has been an age when the assassin had actually felt want towards another man. Given her home experiences she wasn't sure that feeling was even apart of her emotions. Leaning her back against the wall again, she allows Will to place his hand on her waist and is surprised to not feel him roaming.
Letting her eyes dart down to his hand as he slowly raises it to her face, she tenses beneath him and sucks in a breath, fear dancing in her eyes. Scolding herself for reacting, she feels his fingertips gently brush against her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Not my master. Not my master, she chants in her head over and over again. A reaction she felt she would never get over. Forcing her body to relax under his touch, she can't help but let her eyes widen up at him in an almost innocent look. Pushing a smile to her lips, she attempts to hide her reaction behind her cocky demeanor again.
"Nice to meet you, William," she clears her throat, her words catching on his name. "I assume you believe my little tale then?" she questions him, gesturing down to her now free hands, if she had been stalking the man she would have been much more careful to hide from him. "Most men won't kiss a trained assassin," she purrs up at him, a first, she rarely admitted her calling to strangers, yet clearly the man didn't fear her, an irritation in itself but it was almost satisfying in a way. As much as she enjoyed others cowering before her it was just as enjoyable to have a challenge.
"Vhalla," she responds refusing to offer her last name. He was a smart boy. He ran in the bad boys' club; she was certain he would have heard of her in passing. Nodding with her head down the alleyway, she was certain her targets were far gone but she couldn't help but not feel any disappointment, her master would have her head for this yet she ignored the quaking in her boots for a while. "You truly have let my prey get away," she pouts up at him fighting with her instincts as a woman and her brain of reason for him to kiss her again. She can't but let the shiver run down her spine from his touch.
Releasing a sigh, she runs a hand up Will, locking fingers with his hand that's brushing her face, and removing his limb from her person, "I really must go, but it's been fun," she winks up at him and pries herself from his grip as she releases his hand and saunters towards her discarded dagger on the ground. Reaching down she clasps it and slides it into its hidden sheath in her boot, "A pleasure Mr. Cavendish, I hope we meet again," she smiles at him and begins to walk away down the alleyway.
Vhalla Solarn
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide