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 Wanna Be Your Left Hand Man ::


Posted on June 09, 2014 by Tobias
West
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"This I....like."

He moved to roll almost playfully back onto his back, one hand reaching so suddenly up towards her face and the colour that blossomed across it, fingers reaching forward almost as if he desires to brush the side of her cheek, though refrains from it still, seeming entirely amused by this flood of colour as she attempts to explain it, though indeed such words are lost upon him, the boy content to linger within the confines of his own world. He simply does not feel shame or embarrassment, a blissful thing perhaps, his self-confidence so truly astounding that he is rarely given to be unsure, let alone embarrassed, never seeing any true need to hide that which he is, or perhaps, that which the world has made him. His sudden desire to reach for his own toy, to offer the woman a trade for the toy she has given him, sees his hands draw away from her face now, moving to offer her the plastic leopard, it's paintwork faded from use and play though evidently gold all the same, black rosettes adoring it's painted flesh, plastic legs stuck in a walking pose that seems to make the creature appear almost as if it is strutting. Fitting perhaps, for it's delinquent, life size look-alike. Nothing is for free in this world, of that Tobias is sure and as such remains content to make this exchange, allowing his lips to lift in a grin of sorts at her acknowledgement- before that smile hurriedly fades, the boy glaring towards her now as if she has drawn a moustache on the Mona Lisa.

"I am much...more pretty then that!"

Evidently there is little the woman can do right, his words punctuated with an irritated snort as he sees fit to dismiss her entirely with a wave of his hand, arms folding back across his chest as he lays back once more, dark eyes fixated upon the gloom within the rafters before he seems fit to extend his invitation, though why cannot be so entirely said. He loathes sleeping with the vampire woman, angles himself as close as possible to Tetradore within the days and as far away from her sleeping form as he can get, he sleep fitful and restless even when it does come. He is protective of pack and as such remains alert even within his rest, determined to watch over his companion and yet, his separation from Nadya only sees him become irritable, unable to guard the woman as he is assured he should. Tetra is perhaps his most favoured person of all, a companion he will never abandon and yet his....care for the only female of their pack cannot be denied, his role and rank assuring him that it is his place to guard them both, his constant containment making such things difficult, the boy becoming restless and irritable from lack of true sleep, from so continually remaining on guard, as it were, his mistrust in Risque never truly allowing his senses a chance to ease- save for now, within the darkness of his preferred home, seeking perhaps to replace his pack mates for even a few hours with the wolf-girl before he has to return to Syn, lest the vampire find him gone. Yet even without her commanding call to return....he will not abandon Tetradore to such a fate, will not leave him within her grasp alone. He is many things perhaps, broken in so many ways and yet his loyalty is beyond reproach, willing to relinquish that hold upon his freedom- if only to be there for his friend as he had sworn to be so many years ago. Promises, to Tobi, mean so very much.

"I will not....squash you."

He assures her, dark eyes turned back upon her now as they recline side by side, the girl abruptly sitting up once more as he regards her, attention so readily captivated by her mention of snacks, her mention of the word s'more however, seems to earn the woman an entirely blank look before he readily nods.

"Yes, I would like...some more. Is this....a party?"

That he has misunderstood the word entirely is clear as the girl moves to crawl atop him and scramble out of her hammock, the gangly deviant rolling out mere moments after, features lit into a ready grin as he trails behind her, intrigued by her actions in these moments as he follows her into the kitchen, a room he is hardly given to be within, the numerous appliances often given to upset him entirely with his inability to work them, Lucian evidently unappreciative of his desire to microwave as many objects as possible. Dark eyes linger upon the woman once more, readily absorbing her actions in this moment as he stands behind her, assured Lucian remains asleep before he suddenly and abruptly wanders off, disappearing down stairs and into the depths of the store- only to emerge moments later with what is clearly a balloon- albeit it one lacking any air, the object held out to the woman suddenly.

"For...the party."

Well- at least he tried.

your gunna hear me roar
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