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
i was a queen once.
I know this by the memories that haunt my mind and the sadness that reaches the deepest parts of my bones even when I lay asleep. I am like a bird in a cage, trapped between this world and that, between present and past. Chained to the reality she carries and the one i so desperately attempt to make for me. It isn't my fault, the one from before is the cause for much of my dismay. There are days when i worry for my life, worry that my soul will be consumed by the girl from my past. It practically feels as such now. Her visions of her life seem to come more frequently these days and as i said earlier, it worries me.
It is so dark here, my footsteps causing me to become, well sadly, lost. It happens often when I am lost in thought. Some nights I wake up in a daze in places I have never been to, drawn by the other half of me that takes over when I am vulnerable. The worst moments are when her emotions are so overwhelming it nearly kills me. Her sadness is tragic, the betrayal she feels almost too real for me. All of it is almost too real for me.
I pause beneath a walkway above me, allowing the shadows to fall upon my fair self. Strangely enough, it almost seems as if the shadows steer clear of me, refusing to taint my light anymore than it already has been tainted. The world is no place for someone like me and after the deaths i have had, or i think i have had, i question the reason for my existence. I am a walking tragedy, trapped in this graceful body full of beauty and charm. Of course none of you would understand.
It is the voices that draw my attention, and i find myself crouching behind the wall of the nearest building. A female's voice breaks through first, words unheard though her fear is so vibrant it takes my breath away. I can feel consume me, a dark choking feeling mixed with a fire of anger. It isn't hers, no it is the male's that is with her. So much negative emotion, it breaks me. My eyes shut, slender hands clasping against my ears. Years have passed and I should be able to handle this but I am vulnerable, so very vulnerable as I have just awoken from a vision from her . I am too fatigued to fight it, too open to prepare for such an unexpected power of rage and fear. She is terrified, i can feel it though i refuse to hear anything. My chest caves in, heart pounding as my mind seems to explode with the anger that fuels his actions.
"stop," i beg silently, a soprano whisper clenched out between my gritted jaws. I curl into a ball, my face buried into my knees as tears flood my eyelids, drenching the long lashes that kiss my cheeks. All I can do is wait it out, allow the destruction to occur and attempt to brush away the aftermath. Horrible, terrifying, "please, make it stop." a prayer, to whomever was listening. I cradle myself, rocking on the dirty stone floor. Help.