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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on January 09, 2017 by DAREIOS
West




It's not the long walk home that will change this heart, but the welcome I receive after the restart.



Given the diverse and generous applications and technology at Dareios' disposal (both from the local government and his own high-tech security operations), it wouldn't have been difficult for the vampire to have found Sorcha, if had he, indeed, wanted to to find her after her sudden departure. Dareios was a natural sleuth, addicted to researching and reading, and above all, the hunt of finding something that wasn't right in plain view. That was, after all, why he had taken on riskier ventures, like's Frost's quest to find that amulet. There were several moments after Sorcha had left town when he thought seriously about sending someone after her. It wasn't as possessive as it was just him giving in to his curiosity. Dareios always enjoyed the witch's company. He found her to be quirky yet intelligent, gifted in her own right and generally, just a joy to be around. It seemed strange for her to desert the life she was building here so unannounced. Thus, the thought of finding her weighed heavily on him for a short time.

But life had changed so much in that same period. Dareios had put much of his business on the back burner while he sought an elected position. The abrupt ending of Sorcha's supply had been annoying, of course, but barely a blip on the radar in the grand scheme of things. His business continued to be rather robust, despite some scale backs, and his successful campaign led him into the mayor's office. Sorcha's whereabouts, which did surface to the forefront of his mind upon occasion, continued to drift further from view.

But the vampire would be lying if he said he wasn't pleased to see the familiar witch now, and in such good spirits. Perhaps if he were alive, he would have felt a tightness in gut and a quickened heart beat when the witch threw her arms around his neck. Dareios was clearly startled by her energetic embrace, stumbling back a step as their bodies collided, but he emitted a light-hearted, gruff laugh and folded his arms neatly around her back, allowing his tall and lean frame to press gingerly into hers. The vampire can feel the warm rush of blood coursing through her veins. He can feel and hear the staccato-like drum of her heartbeat in his ears and against his own chest. He swallows hard as his predatory instincts slowly bubble to the surface, but he fights back the urge to do anything more than just enjoy the sensation of being close to an old friend. Dareios had mastered the art of self control a long time ago.

The embrace ends and the vampire watches Sorcha with interest as her exuberant expression melts into something more in line with concern. She takes his hands within her own and again, he is surprised by her forwardness, but does nothing to remedy the situation. Instead, his cold, dead fingers intertwine easily with her own. He stares down at their hands for a long moment, remarking internally at the stark differences in them. Her warmth is intoxicating.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Sorcha. Not unless you want to." He interjects softly, his dark gaze drifting from their hands back to her face. He offers her a sheepish grin, letting go of Sorcha's right hand to allow his fingers to cup gently along her jawline, for just a moment. "I trust you and I know you must have your reasons. I just hope you know that if you ever needed anything, I would be glad to help in any way I can."

A scurrying sound echoing off the damp, alleyway walls distracts the vampire, and his gaze shifts to monitor their immediate surroundings. He sees nothing but a lone alley cat trotting its way toward the harbor. "So where are you headed?" He asks innocently, taking a moment to consider the late hour and his dwindling availability of time. He he wasn't home soon, he knew his security detail would find him and escort him home immediately. "Can I walk you?"

Dareios Auerbach | Vampire | Vinyl

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