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 June 12, 2014 by Alekai
West
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For a moment he half has the audacity to frown at the girl and her clearly brash tone, as if she seems to find his joke unamusing, his shoulders rolling slightly as if he half contemplates being annoyed with her for her evident lack of appreciation for his quip. Then again, she was some sort of unholy devil creature, lacking any true emotions or thoughts- at least, this is what he has learned to believe, been taught to believe before the death of his own mentor and creator at the very claws of such a creature. Were's, he thinks, are by far the most despicable of the races, the most tainted, holding the least human blood and indeed perhaps his own experiences have added somewhat to his jaded opinions of the animal-like excuses for human beings. For now however, he at least attempts to offer the girl some façade of pleasantry, if only to pry information from her before he decides whether or not she should be allowed to survive another night. It truly depends on whether or not she actually possesses any value to him and whether or not that value may be increased by her continued existence. He is not utterly determined to kill at all costs, sometimes, one live creature can be the downfall of an entire pack and as it is, Azrael is rather sure this little kitten knows far more then she will willingly offer. Her words indeed leading him to believe she actually holds some little flicker of fight about her. They are always the most amusing ones after all.

The manner in which she moves to lean away from him sees the barest hint of a simper trace his lips, seeming to take an almost sadistic pleasure in her discomfort as he offers the photographs, her form seeming as tensely held as his own. Predator Were's are, after all, often the far more dangerous, those based upon prey species far more inclined to flight then fight and really, merely running a Were down is hardly a challenge, at least, not for someone in possession of his own talents. He truly does prefer the challenge predator's offer. As the girl takes a moments to observe the photos, the golden-eyed man is quite content to observe her, eyes scanning her feminine form for any hint of weakness and further titbit of information she may provide in such a manner before his gaze rests upon the side of her neck, one eye lifting in slight amusement at what appears to be....hickeys? Hmm, maybe she was better at standing on street corners then she made out, either that or she had an overly aggressive lover, then again, given her....breeding he hardly doubted she acted like an utter animal in everything she did. Vile creature. Her words momentarily seem to draw his attention as he merely offers a frown of sorts.

"I don't pay for them."

It is the only information he seeks to give though the words are truly spoken enough, the photographs obtained through his own illegal forms of break and enter, his ability assuring he himself is very near impossible to capture of any security footage, his prey however, lacks this talent. Blurred though they may be, such images have led him to his victims before and he is entirely assured they will do so again. Were's so very fortunately tend to run in packs, even the occasional loner often being privy to the local Were community and as such he has every belief this girl will know something akin to useful, watching her carefully as she lingers upon the image of the wolf- the very wolf responsible for the theft of his footwear and one of his higher priority targets. Her admission that she may recognise the vampire earns her little more than a nod of sorts before he moves to snatch the images right back from her, folding them and tucking them into the back pocket of his black denim jeans, his dark attire making his halo of hair seem all the more golden, following her gaze quickly down the street and towards the nightclub that seems to be at the centre of half the rumours he hears. How very curious. He moves to sigh, the sound long and drawn out, arms folding lackadaisically across his chest, foot scuffing at the pavement as he wanders forward, stepping up and onto a toppled brick wall of sorts, moving to lean just behind the woman as she sits and against the side of a dilapidated warehouse.

"Whatever will we do with you, Kitty? I am entirely sure you're lying to me."

One long leg folds across the other as he leans, blonde hair falling against his eyes as they continue to focus upon the woman still seated before him.

"You know that wolf, I am sure, or at least, you know of her. Mongrel of a thing, you don't happen to know where she lives do you?"

He doubts truly, that even if she did she would be willing to offer him that information, so very few Were's are forth coming about such things, at least, not without a little....push in the right direction. For now however, he continues to play his own little game, searching for a crack in her façade, for a weakness in her armour, continuing to watch her carefully as he speaks.

"Curious club, isn't it, Syn......that's the name. Can't say I've been there myself, I've heard it's a veritable vampires nest though- one I'd very much like to....explore. Sadly taking on a hundred or so of the leeches does not put odds in my favour and yet what interest a kitten like you holds in a vampire night club is...intriguing to me. Ah, ah, don't move, I'm still talking."

A chuckle of sorts rumbles within his throat, one hand brushing lightly over the handgun concealed beneath his jacket, though he leaves it for now, assured he can move far faster than she can should she take offense to his...manner.

"Either some sort of wild dog mauled you- or you have a very energetic companion, one I am willing to bet is another Were, one your waiting for like you do every day, yes, I have stalker tendencies, so shoot me. Where there is one Were however, there is often more. So I'll make you a deal, you can either tell me about your pack and where to find them, including your hickey-making friend or you can tell me what you know about Syn and its owner and sell-out the vampires. You can also tell me nothing and I'll see how far you can run before I hit you with enough bullets to make you beg me to kill you. What's it going to be?"

Really, had he known how her pack and Syn were connected he would have been rather delighted, as it is he is willing to settle for what she might know about the nightclub, namely who was in charge and how he might very well be able to find a way in.

"Oh don't look so sad, that was positively generous of me, now come on, make a decision, I assure you this is my happy face but I can't promise it will last long, start talking kitty cat."

And he truly wonders why he has so very few friends.





Alekai Azrael Evero
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