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
bound to your side, trapped in silence
Posted on June 11, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
Tetradore shifted ever so slightly in place at the sound of Risque's voice, a small frown marring his masculine features. The vampire had a unique way of twisting all his words to benefit her twisted desires in a way that still had a fashion to catch him off guard. He'd expected some degree of consequence at his effort to escape but the meaning resonating within her words had a way of placing a sensation much akin to dread within his gut at the prospect of whatever she had up her sleeve to entertain him. He could feel her shifting closer towards him, draping her figure over his solid form and yet, her nails digging into his flesh as she traced her way down his chest and briefly his emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "You like it when I do." He retorted, willing to admit the truth in this scenario. If Tetradore bended to her will, if he let her break him like she did all her other toys, he doubted he would still be here. He doubted she would enjoy keeping him as a pet for as long as she did. Despite this knowledge, his pride and his stubbornness held out against his wish for freedom. He was determined to as unyielding as ever, despite momentarily glimpses of weakness.
The were panther forced himself to remain still beneath her heavy gaze, doing his best to ignore the threat that lingered on her voice. He had known from the beginning that she would hardly be merciless to the family he'd kept from her. He'd known the moment he had found them that their days were numbered. Frankly, keeping them as a secret from her was just extending their longevity as far as he was concerned. Her promise was no different then the one he knew would be present the moment she found out not only what the secret was, but who they were in relation to him. He pulled away from her, hardly trusting himself not to divulge in some fashion how important it was that she remained oblivious of this secret. Tetradore had every intention of leaving her in the hallway, of finding some sort of reprieve within the loud resonating club. That was, until her command cracked through the air, her power lacing the single word in such a fashion that his figure obeyed immediately against his will. Risque had too man years of practice of her abilities for Tetradore to deny her.
His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to her voice, a soft sigh upon his lips. Tetradore rarely enjoyed the tasks that she set before him, most requiring a crueler nature to carry out. While Tetradore had never hesitated to date, he found himself afraid of Nadya discovering that part of him, the beast that Risque had truly helped to create. "What do you want of me?" He inquired, still finding himself unable to move beneath her power. He was hers for the evening and that much Tetradore knew for sure. Whatever she had up her sleeve was his alone to bare. This was just another reminder that no one in his entire world would understand what he was capable of as much as she was.
