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

so put all of your anger on


Posted on October 19, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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I didn't do anything to you.

It was those words alone that so seemed to garner a response from the stoic stallion. The man having watched the blundering, stuttering girl in a manner entirely devoid of emotion so far, her frantic shouts and pleading words failing to draw any true response from icy exterior and yet it was that very utterance alone that seemed to see his gaze refocus upon her. Was she truly this pathetic? As to believe the very world itself needed a reason to turn on her? Tetradore had surely found the most stupidly naive creature on the planet. Had her forced transformation into a Fae taught her nothing at all? Fate did not play fair. None of them were immune to it. Kindness was easily exploited, loyalty perhaps even more so and innocence in any sense simply did not last. Those who survived were simply smarter, intelligent enough not to fall victim to those pitfalls of existence. Maybe one day she would thank him for making her wary enough of the world that she might not trust so blindly next time. That soft pitiful mutter that she had believed him to be her friend achieves little more than an entirely callous roll of his shoulders, the girl of no interest to him any longer. Indeed, little was of interest to him any longer with one particular scent so lingering upon the breeze, his lips pulled into a thin, tight line at that realisation. He had failed, it would seem, to silence her screaming quick enough. Frost having held little intention of so meeting Tetradore tonight, rather he had simply been inclined to allow him to find his broken, terrified little mate stumbling about the docks. The veritable collateral in their ongoing dispute.

There was something decidedly unsettling about that cat, a sensation almost core deep, one frost was entirely incapable of mastering if only for the very notion of what he was within the depths of his own soul. That equine part of him so entirely aware of the predator that detaches itself from the shadows with a low growl- coming from behind Samantha in some misguided attempt to defend what the stallion no longer held interest within. God how he disliked this man. This cat. Even the stench of him. This time however, Tetradore had come entirely alone, his spotted lackey nowhere in sight to save his ass, no Alexis to throw herself in between them in some effort to force them apart as she had done the last time. The snowy-haired man allows himself to be pressed back, if only for several strides, his interest no longer the sobbing Fae woman in any sense- his gaze trained wholly upon that prowling panther before Frost's own stride simply pauses- refusing entirely to step back any further at his command. So wholly refusing to yield to him like one of his pathetic little pack mates that quivered in his shadow. Frost, this time, holding his ground entirely- allowing that panther to prowl as utterly close as he desired.

It was simply a waiting game, waiting for that panther to place himself entirely within striking distance, Frosts features remaining devoid of any true expression as he simply...watches. Cats are outside his experience, his previous brawl with Tetradore the only time he had truly fought a feline. Humans he was far more used to, Hunters he knew like he knew his own hand and wolves- wolves were by far the easiest to bring undone as he had undone Raven- that canine utterly stupid enough to have done what nature itself should have warned her against as she strove to take him on alone and without the pack her kind so strove to maintain. At least one could hardly fault her bravery. Cats however, were an entirely different matter. Frost, this time, hardly attempting to remain within his human skin. His own shift is a veritable explosion of fur and mane and hoof that erupts the moment he deems the panther entirely close enough. He had learned from the last time. Tetradore was faster, far more agile- allowing the man to get away from him proving to be little more than folly. His leg near torn to pieces the last time the panther had gotten behind him. His own animal form however was far more powerful, far stronger than the cat could ever hope to be and far more effective in merely bludgeoning at close range. Frost entirely content to so attempt to tip this in his favour from the very beginning. The man is replaced with that hulking, towering war horse in a matter of mere second before one foreleg, so equipped with that rock-hard hoof, strikes violently and suddenly outward with the entire intent of colliding with the head of the cat and slamming him into the ground before he can react.

This time, Frost holds little intent of allowing the feline enough time to so gather itself to form a retaliation. Each muscle bunches and coils within those powerful white hindquarters, propelling the stallion suddenly forward a mere moment later in a single lunge, forelegs raised to aim both forefeet at the panther now- the weight of his form entirely behind this strike, slamming both hooves down entirely with the intent of crushing the cat, or any part of him, beneath them should he have failed to dodge.


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