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

::Come On And Show Your Teeth ::


Posted on June 15, 2014 by Tobias
West
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It is fortunate perhaps, that the woman had managed to retain her laughter at his distress, such a thing sure to have only caused the boy further distress. Perhaps he is not given to emotions in the same manner as others, yet his ability to read what is not spoken, to perceive a situation through body language and tone alone assures he is surprisingly sensitive to such things, so much of his own nature gleamed and copied from those around him, the woman's lack of reaction indicating that indeed he may well have over-reacted, this knowledge seeking to agitate him as he moves to brush roughly past her with little consideration for her feelings on the matter. He is not, by nature, a caring being, the boy utterly selfish, even with those he recognises as pack and yet he has simply learned to be this way, has survived by his own ability alone and indeed that need to remain as such, to consistently be better than those around him is nothing short of a survival mechanism, one coupled perhaps, with his naturally headstrong, domineering nature. The girls momentary head tilt, small as it is, readily taken as a sign of submission to him once more, soothing his prickly nature if only slightly before he begins to fuss with his ruined hair.

Her movement towards the cabinets however, sees his eyes narrow readily once more, having conceded to the washing of his hands and yet little else, regarding her darkly now, each muscle beginning to tense in clear preparation to flee should he need to. Perhaps, in other circumstances he would have been far more inclined to fight, to quite literally force the woman to do as he demanded and yet, with water as her weapon his desire to fight is contorted entirely into a compulsion to flee- though he holds his ground for now, continuing to watch the items she continues to pull free from shelves and organise beside the small table and chair he has no desire to sit within, lip curling upward slightly in discord. He has been in a similar situation but once before, a well-meaning member of his childhood pack having made some attempt at both washing and cutting his hair when he had been about four perhaps, the result being his attempts to stab the hair dresser while simultaneously attempting to assault the receptionist with a hair dryer for attempting to restrain him. He had happily been taken home, only to spend rather a few months with half a cut head of hair, willing to tolerate Tetra's laughter at such a thing far more then anyone's attempts to even it out. He dislikes any form of.....equipment gathering in relation to himself, having had but one other experience with such things at the age of 5. Nadya and Aiden's parents had meant well, surely, the young boy forever cutting and bruising himself, the single trip to the medical centre he had tolerated seeing him reduced to hysteria upon the doctors attempts to give him a Tetnus shot, among other basic vaccinations- all of which he had very near needed to be held down for- until he had shifted there and then, locking his teeth into the doctors arm with such ferocity the man had needed stiches and Mom and Dad were asked not to bring their adopted son back. He had subsequently never contracted Tetnus- the only injection the man had actually managed to administer, Mom and Dad perhaps deciding his natural ability to heal would be enough.

Even so- the lesson had remained, the boy.....disliking the girls rummaging, the bowl and water eyed with nervous energy as he begins to shift, that familiar fire touching he veins in his desire to shift, his reaction to...stress perhaps, the animal far more capable then the man as she turns towards him once more, her words seeing his head tilt slightly as she claims to have no desire to cut his hair, the flush to her cheeks seeing curiosity take hold, if only momentarily before he dismisses it. He likes Raven, likes her company, holds some level of trust within her and yet touch is a difficult thing for him to accept, particularly in his human form, though his leopard form will hardly be of any use in these moments.

"Yes...Naddy...says this too."

He simply refers to her hair comment once more as she gestures for him to sit in the chair beside the table, the boy moving to do as asked, seating himself upon the very edge of the chair, what may very well be the first hints of sweat begging to appear upon his forehead, his fear so entirely intense that his form has already begun to descend into distress at the mere sight of the bowl of tepid water as he moves to offer his hands to the woman, flinching instantly away from her the mere moment the damp cloth is given to touch them, very near glaring at her as he returns them, willing to tolerate this- though it would seem this may be the limit. His hands are wiped against his jeans as she releases them, his own form of attempting to dry them hurriedly, despite the fact they are barely damp at best, the womans wash cloth returned to the bowl, soaking it and ringing it out once more before she reaches for his hair, dark eyes following her motion in a way hardly...pleasant, attention fixated upon her hands as his entire form tenses once more, each muscle coiled like a spring as she manages to grasp that first lock of ebony hair, the boy bought this far by his desire to have her do three things, the young man seeming to tolerate this- until a single droplet of water manages to roll free of the cloth.

His action is near instantaneous, that touch of water against the flesh of his neck seeing the boy react entirely as instinct demands, head twisting savagely to seize the poor woman's hand in his teeth, biting down with shocking force, entirely capable of breaking the skin and bringing blood to the surface if not breaking her thumb entirely by nature of his ability, his bite becoming only harder and harder, as if he holds every intention of severing her thumb and part of her palm, locked on for dear life- his humanity seeming to have fled within these moments, utterly refusing to release the hold he has on her less she assault him with that washcloth again, anger, fear and panic entirely evident within his gaze now, reacting in the way he thinks he should, the way nature demands he react to a threat.

Naddy always did say he had a biting problem.

my claws are long and sharp my lord
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