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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared
She's altogether taken off guard by how strong the man was; there's a grim satisfaction by the way her blade makes contact with flesh and the scent of blood fills the room. She grapples with the stranger, his blows hitting her hard and she notes she's going to be sore in the morning but this was her job, and she was wasn't going to lose. As his familiar scent feels her nostrils, her eyes widen imperceptibly astonishment dancing across her features. It takes just that moment for Tet to find an opening, successfully shoving her off of him, the wind knocked painfully out of her. It was instantaneous the moment Vhalla realized she was sent here to kill Tetradore. Bastard.
That anger boils to the surface as she wraps an arm around her middle, pulling herself into a crouched position, her long braid falling over her shoulder and nearly brushing the ground. That fury she felt wanted, no needed, to be released and she struggles with that ever so constant war in her mind. The assassin has to take a moment to swallow the taste of ash in her mouth, hardly noticing when the lights flicker on by Tetradore's commanding voice, though her icy eyes narrow as they adjust to the brightness. Her narrowed eyes immediately search for the wound she gave him, finding the blood splatters in the ground, she gives a breath of release, not realizing she had been holding.
Bastard. Bastard. Bastard. Ivan had done this. Ivan had known. What else did he know? How foolish she was.
That moment of guilt is replaced with rage as she launches herself to her feet, wincing as she finds her balance, her arm finally dropping to her side, ignoring his outstretched hand to help her to her feet. "You're the god damned alpha?!" Of course he was, she already knew that, well, she should have known that. Vhalla had never cared to ask, she didn't realize how close she would have gotten with the were King.
Whipping her head towards Tetradore when he asks if she's alright, she throws her hands in the air, "I'm fine," she snaps at him as she paces in front of him, akin to a caged animal. Stalking towards her dagger in the distance, she snatches it angrily, wiping the blood on her pant leg before sheathing it on her thigh. It's only then does she realize that she had forgotten that she had injured Tetradore. Whirling around, she prowls back to him, her eyes going back to his bloodied hand, kneeling in front of him, her shoulders still tense with anger, but her brows furrow in concern.
Reaching for his hand, she wipes the blood as best as she can, inspecting the gash. She's relieved to see that it was longer than it was deep, no tendons had been severed but the damn thing wouldn't stop bleeding. She was utterly thankful in that moment she hadn't poisoned her blades, just with the thought the blood drains from her face. "Do you have somewhere we can clean this up?" Her voice isn't raised in anger, though there is a certain stiffness to her words, as she holds his warm hand in her own calloused ones.
As she waits for Tetradore to give her directions to a first aid kit or take them elsewhere, her eyes trace the wound again before her shoulders just slump in defeat, "I was sent here to kill the alpha, believe me when I tell you I was thoroughly surprised to find you here," she says tiredly a bitter laugh escapes her lips.
Vhalla Solarn
To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered