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

and i will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars


Posted on February 13, 2017 by vhalla
West



His response is quick which has Vhalla immediately jutting out her bottom lip in an over exaggerated pout. Clicking her tongue at him, she tilts her head, regarding him closely, "Ah, I see..." she trails off for a moment before continuing, "You must, simply, like to be chased." She laughs quietly to herself giving the warlock a small shrug. "You're lucky," she offers a quick wink, leaning back in her chair to retrieve the wine glass taking a small sip, "I don't normally chase after people unless I've been hired to do so. They normally don't return home." It wasn't a threat it was merely a statement, a statement that had a hard ring of truth to it.

Swirling the red liquid in the glass, she never removes her icy eyes from Spencer's face, and she's struck again by how fine his features are. Chuckling at his statement about denying her, she sets the glass down resting her elbows on the table. Simply shrugging at him, Vhalla offers a wry grin, "Fair enough. At least you're honest." As the warlock quickly turns the questions towards her, Vhal's eyes narrow slightly, though the grin remains. "I wouldn't dream of lying to you," she bats her long lashes at him, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

"You're correct, I am a witch," she admits, stirring the direction away from the burning of his home. Undoubtedly, she could burn his house down, and the rest of that side of the city. Control was something she had yet to learn, nor did she have any desire to learn at the moment. She simply relied on her... other skills and they did just fine keeping her alive in this business. Lifting her gaze, to Spencer's own appraising one, she arches a delicate brow at him. He was rather observant; the witch would give him credit for that. "I'm capable of making my own, however, it isn't one of my strong suits," she pauses wondering how much information she should provide the warlock, "Nor do I have the time to make my own. I run a very busy lifestyle."

Finishing, she reaches for the glass of wine and finishes it off quickly, before Nathan appears around the corner, refilling her glass asking what they would like to eat. Tearing her gaze away from Spencer to focus on the waiter, she offers him a smile, glancing just once at the warlock wondering if she would irritate him if she ordered for him. She hoped so. Her grin widening even more, she snatches the menu away from Spencer and neatly stacks it on her own, handing it back to the waiter. "The chef's multiple course menu, please. Could we have the wine pairings as well?" She bats her lashes up at Nathan, who flushes, nodding quickly and disappearing again.

An almost, almost, girlish giggle escapes her as she looks back at the warlock, "At least my sex appeal isn't lost on all men, you must be an anomaly." The insult is merely a tease, but she's curious to see how long the man can withstand her. Quickly changing the subject, she's again reaching for that red liquid, taking another sip, "I like that you don't beat around the bush, it'll make any future transactions easy," she states, automatically assuming the warlock would already be brewing for her. Shrugging at her own words, she takes a long moment to openly stare at the man, not necessarily to irritate him or make him uncomfortable, the assassin merely wanted to get a better feel of him.

"Loosen up, Mr. Lombardo. It's going to be a long night, relax, have a drink. We have all night to get to know each other," winking at him again, she sips on her wine, nearly finishing her second glass for the evening.

Vhalla Solarn


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