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

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Posted on October 14, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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How curious it was, that in those most desperate of times, so many people seemed worried about other people. Samantha evidently far more worried about her odd little male companion then she was about her own life, the girl seemingly defiant for his sake over her own. How much could this Dorian possibly mean to her that she was willing to defend him even now to those illusionary Fae? It was almost perplexing truly, Frost momentarily paused in his own little game of torture if only to wonder at the woman. The snowy-haired man entirely undecided as to whether her bravery was an act of stupidity or perhaps some strength of character he had hardly anticipated. It mattered decidedly little in the end he supposed, the man determined to finish what he had started tonight if only because he had become bored with the entirety of this little game. Frost entirely sure he had made his point with the woman, leaving Aiden something entirely wretched and broken to attempt to hold together if only because he can, if only because he so dislikes this man that seemed to hold so much sway over Nadya. How often it so seemed to come back to her. It is perhaps, that very thought of Nadya that sees his own efforts falter if only momentarily the man considering, truly, how...upset the woman might be with him for these actions so deliberately against her brother- at least in some sense- before Samantha's shouting draws his attention downward from the shadows of the rooftop he lingers upon.

Had the little Fae woman be in any true state of mind to consider anything in a logical fashion he is entirely assured his little game would have come undone within moments. His illusionary puppets held no emotions in any sense, each and every one of her own powers not only failing to take hold but yet failing to offer Samantha even a glimpse of an emotion as any truly living being surely should. It is that hysterical fear however the stallion so ruthlessly plays upon, encouraging her hysteria until her thoughts cease to be logical and any chance she might have of seeing through though illusions is ruined by her own mind. It was, after all, far easier to allow the victim to do the work. It is easy to so have the woman believe her leg to be injured, Frost allowing that touch of heat to flare upon that place the hardly-real blade had so 'sliced' her limb, violet gaze simply watching his own destruction unfold with silent intrigue. It had been him once, so long ago, entirely at the mercy of someone else. For years. So many years before he'd finally proven himself entirely strong enough to be otherwise. How much better it was to be on the other side. It is merely unfortunate such an innocent creature was the victim in this and yet- someone so utterly naive about the world was surely bound to be. He had done her more favours today then she would surely ever realise. Maybe next time she would be a little more careful about who she so stupidly trusted. What on earth Tetradore saw in her was beyond him entirely.

That sudden, soft word sees his attention fixate upon her once more, the girl struggling to her feet, the very fact she could walk upon her limb hardly seeming to afford her any knowledge of its falsified injury all the same as the stallion feels his own features frown slightly, his powers extended to her own mind a fraction too late. His reflexes were slow, his power already divided, entirely unprepared for the woman to suddenly run screaming for that other Alpha as she did.

"Shit."

Why did she have to fucking run? For all the amusement he had taken with his little game he had, perhaps, intended to send her running to Tetradore in the end and yet not without first having finished. She was going to bring the entire Ark out, screaming like that, his lips pressing tightly in disdain before the man made his own decision now, swinging down from that rooftop to cut back behind several alleyways, his illusions disappearing entirely in those moments and yet the girl was likely too panicked to turn around and wonder of them. It is all-too easy then to simply cut the woman off- stepping entirely out and into her path but a moment later- allowing Samantha to effectively collide with him as she does and at least end her ridiculous screaming- Frost so forcing that look of surprise onto his features.

"Samantha? What on earth are you doing? I- oh..."

His illusions return but a moment later, making it appear as if those three Fae women were entirely in pursuit, his own eyes widening slightly somewhere beneath that tangle of hair as if he had seen them for just the first time himself- before his entire façade seems to shift entirely and abruptly into something else. A soft snort emitted in that moment.

"You know Samantha, Layla hates it when you run, you made her ruin her shoes running all this way."

He gestures briefly to the woman in question, the illusionary Fae pouting as she looked down at her clearly ruined shoes, Frost making no motion just yet to so explain his own bizarre choice of words, his lyrics as entirely cold and void of emotion as they always had been and yet somehow that simper tugs ever so softly at his lips.

"You gave quite the performance then, all the screaming and shouting. It is unfortunate though- it wasn't quite as good as my own."

It takes little more then a snap of his fingers to so allow those illusions to begin to disappear, each Fae woman blowing away in the wind just as that falsified wound upon her leg until they are left entirely alone upon that harbour side, his arms folding across his chest, shoulders lifting in a shrug so entirely nonchalant it is as if his own actions this night mean nothing. It is merely unfortunate Edie herself wasn't here to play, his Beta, surely, would have enjoyed just this.

"They were never real, none of them, none of it at all. Nothing I ever told you was true actually, I was simply amusing myself with you- oh come now don't look so upset, it is entirely your fault for being so utterly naive. You won't be next time will you? I helped you learn what no one else was going to teach you. You can thank me one day."

The softest of chuckles rolls within his throat, eyes resting still upon the surely shocked woman, as his shoulders simply roll once more.

"I do know your boyfriend though, that part was true. It took days for the wounds from his claws to heal, even with Alexis' help, the last time we met. He was upset you see, because I tried to murder Raven, or so everyone claims, as if the wolf was entirely innocent. It matters little now all the same, he's been keeping his sister away from me and I find it a little agitating. You were merely collateral damage in my dislike of him I fear. You can go and cry to him now, I'm done with you."





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