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

her guarded curtain fell


Posted on April 06, 2017 by Karou Varela
West

Well I do enjoy being proven wrong.

Her breath hitches. The exhale little more than a flutter as her lips dare to smile more. That hitch of breath, the stuttered laugh, is gone before it was ever truly there. But maybe he felt it... maybe he felt the way her practiced fingers twitched and, for a moment, she forgot herself.

Because, who is he? This man so plain... so utterly and vulnerably human yet he still able to find it within him to make a joke of his dire situation. Not once, but twice, over and over.

As she peels away from him, still wary, still cautious, her heart flusters, her nerves tingle for he is brave, he is different.

Oh, but he is so foolish in his bravery, so ignorant!

The first her heart knows of him was when it sheds a bloody tear for what this world will make of him. She is a practiced assassin, wearing her impenetrable armour of revenge, justice and indifference. His dry humour, his innocence, wheedles their way beneath, not just her armour, but her skin too. She shivers with his presence there, unwelcome and itchy with its foreign sensation.

Orange light falls across his features, rugged angular and so delicate. She wants to laugh, she wants to tell him to leave the city, to escape, to go somewhere else â€" away from monsters. And quickly, before he is broken, before she has to see him die.

But her warning never comes and she feels the pangs of her selfishness. He is the new creature upon the desert, the one that makes her gazelle-heart pause, and watch and linger. The longer she stands before him, watching electric light paint him in orange and black, the more she wishes it were her desert sun that draws him, hot and humid.

Her eyes finally tear themselves from his face, the winds pushing her hair to snag in the curl of her eyelashes. Too quickly he draws her gaze back, his suggestion so ludicrous in the young, young hours of this night that the gazelle girl's head tilts, birdlike and wildly curious.

"Hungry?" She says the word back to him slowly, softly, questioningly. Her dark eyes train upon him, so close to black they are unreadable in the shadowy nightlight. "Why do you think I am hungry?" She asks of him, for she is and she wonders how he knows. This girl is hungry for so many things: for the salvation that would ease her numb soul, for the demise of vampires, for food and, regrettably, to listen to more of his quips.

No, you should go.

Leave, don't come back.

So many words play upon her tongue, each as dismissive as the next. She should say them, she waits for the night air to ring with them, for her lips to tingle with their passing. Yet there is nothing.

Her heart is a bird desperate to flee, but it is her tiger mind that has her prowling closer to him. Stepping nearer to his cologne, to the fragile lines of his handsome face...

"I don't know whether you are more brave, or more foolish." Karou's voice is soft as she considers the human before her. "I had a knife at your throat and yet you invite me for coffee." Her eyes fall to his mouth and she wonders what more ludicrous, humorous, foolish quips lie behind his lips.

"Find us a café and I will show you why you should never have invited me."

karou varela
in one hand she held a crescent-moon blade*

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