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
:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::
Posted on June 10, 2014 by Tobias
 the proud lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat and that's all the truth I know He moved readily now to follow Nadya's instruction, eyes rapidly seeking the doorway they had come through, hand still resting against Tetra's forearm until the inevitable resistance of his companion sees the lanky deviant halt, dark eyes turned back towards him in confusion, unable to understand why he is refusing to move, why he seems so...agitated. It is rare indeed that the younger man seeks to out-rightly annoy his chosen Alpha, mind so oblivious to the true extent of the emerald eyed man's efforts to keep him from this very place before the voice of another sees him release his hold on the man readily, shifting hastily back towards Nadya as instincts scream a warning, his own unique abilities alerting him entirely to what his very soul seems determined to believe is an enemy. The woman moves to brush against their Alpha in a manner reserved for pack, for mate even, the dark eyes of the young man narrowed further as he struggles to perceive what lingers before him, Tetradore's discomfort readily seen. He is nothing if not observant, his ability to read what it not said an astounding thing, the reaction of both the vampire woman and Tetradore's own clear unease seeing the younger male bristle as those chocolate eyes slice readily towards the woman in the sleek red dress. His words come in that tangled struggle they always have. The boy so far from domesticated it is near laughable. "Stop....touching him, he does not....like that." He has always been Tetradore's protector, his partner, his Second, even as a child, even in all those years he has merely watched over him from a distance when he could, the vampire woman oblivious perhaps to the Leopard whom had followed so long and so unseen in her wake since the night he had his pack so cruelly taken away. His own towering, lithe form shifts slightly, moving to place himself ever so subtly in front of Nadya, eyes flicking rapidly from tetra to the woman, seeking some sign as to their relationship, as to how he should be given to react and yet, the other man remains so entirely emotionless even Tobias struggles to perceive the situation, assured only that he dislikes her presence. She smells....dead, her words grating against his ears, each muscle taut and tight though the lick of fire readily begins to stroke at his veins and tease at his mind in readiness for the change from man to beast that he struggles to hold back as Tetra offers some form of introduction, the boy remaining as far from the woman as he can without being forced to leave either of his companions. The bond of pack is a powerful thing indeed, one that seems to have reattached as if it had never been broken by the woman before them, though indeed Tobias remembers so little of that night he simply does not recognise her. Even so, by very nature of this connection his family, his brother of sorts and sister he simply remains unmoving, refusing to abandon either and as such perhaps this is the single flaw within the nature of the Were. That desire to protect.....seems to overshadow sense. Her sudden command that they do not move sees the boy near visibly flinch from even this slight touch of power against his already fractured mind, eyes widening at this invasion of sorts as his feet lock into place. This confusion however, seems only momentary before the volatility of his nature seems to see the shaggy-haired boy shift entirely once more, agitation and aggression beginning to seep into his form- oblivious it would seem to the true nature of her ability to influence him, lashings of black hair falling into the darkness of his gaze, easily handsome- if not for the amount of dirt and general unkempt look he seems to wear like a banner, the boy every bit as wild and untamed as he looks. For a moment he is half given to wonder if indeed the woman is upset over his having eaten the fish out of her aquarium, her lack of mentioning the fish however sees this thought rapidly dissipate as she seems to desire they come forward. Long fingers flex in much the same manner as a cat flexes it claws, hand reaching to encircle Nadya's wrist, pulling her back, keeping her behind him as is his job, moving to step forward as the woman seems to desire, that darkly domineering side to his nature beginning to press directly against her own. Perhaps it has been awhile indeed since anyone seemed fit to challenge her so directly and yet he simply acts as nature demands. She is nothing but a woman, a female, not even a Were- beneath him he is sure. Why Tetra does not put her in her place he cannot imagine and as such remains content to do it himself, stepping forward until he stands quite directly before her, his height allowing him to tower over her, to invade her space, to stand over her as any dominant animal does, those lips spreading into a rather beautiful smile that holds every bit of falsified affection as her own as he mimics her expression right back towards her. He is- if anything, rather the unique fellow. "I bite...better." Vampire she may be, but until the day comes in which she can do more destruction with her teeth then he- he is content to believe in his own ability, matching her subtle threat with his own, oblivious indeed to the fact he may well be outmatched, that this is perhaps not the best way to handle the woman, directly and openly opposing her, pushing back against her as hard as she pushes against him before his head suddenly tilts to one side, the man looking decidedly boyish. "If there is....no way out....how did you get in?" Well. It's only logical, if there is an in, there must be an out, Tobias failing to have understood the metaphorical nature of her first words, one eye lifting in clear expectation of an answer as he snickers softly, evidently aware to some extent- that he is mocking her as he begins to press against Nadya once more, seeking to push her slightly towards the door. He is not entirely stupid, feral, disobedient gaze held against the vampires own in some effort at distraction that might see Nadya at least, get even that bit closer to the exit that....may or may not exist....he really isn't all that sure anymore. Surely if they got in...they can get out? The vampire must be lying and he is sure he's called her out on it. Perhaps she has grown used to her tame....domesticated prisoner, yet Tobias is so very far from that. or a coat of red a lion still has it's claws and mine are long and sharp my lord, as long and sharp as yours |
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- The stars in their orbits - By NADYA on June 10, 2014 at 1:05 PM