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
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
I AM THE HAND UP MONA LISA'S DRESS ;
Posted on April 06, 2017 by AMOR M. CONSTANS
Quietude always brought on the opportunity for anyone to get to know themselves; to put the pieces back together that life had undoubtedly strewn into the strangest of places. Places that Amor has never visited; thick with dust and cold with neglect - only becoming more and more undesirable to visit as the years draw on. He was but a mystery to himself. One that frightens him and leaves him vulnerable in ways that he won't even admit to himself. The ancient soul was but a mess with an infinite time to clean up - yet it would tragically be wasted.
He was but a dark seed, a noxious weed that only flourished in the harshest of environment and conditions. It fueled his stubborn existence and he lays open in a wicked beauty, sprouted up from an old broken sidewalk. He was only easy on the eyes for he is poisonous, with the longest of thorns that deter any creature from getting anywhere near the blood-tinged petals. Serving no purpose but perhaps to cause a bit of pain to anyone that happened to stumble upon him. -- But perhaps behind his cage of gnarly thorns was the only place he felt comfortable...
Alone in the early hours of the night.
He moves in the shadows with a predatory silence, despite his black boots and loose fitting jeans. Hunger had threatened his condition considering he had been far too curious about Sacrosanct and a certain vampire that shared familiar views. But tonight he had no other choice but to hunt and from his cheek and lips, he wiped the rest of his kill. Only to pause as though he hit a wall, a wall of overbearing emotion - it's center only feet away.
It was a curious thing, his ability to understand and manipulate human or mundane emotion when he was so disconnected from his own. But of course, that leaves only logic and a clear thought process - or clear enough. It left him at a complete advantage; unless of course, he met another sociopath just as himself. But what he felt was something stronger than the average techno-zombie the cities had to offer. Peering around the corner, what he beholds is a woman almost angelic.
All too magnificent to leave in her suffering. Though, lest you not be fooled for it was out curiosity and not sympathy that he soothed her turmoil. Stepping out from the corner so that he may look upon her more clearly, he says nothing. There was no doubt that she would know that it was he that left her in peace. He simply looks between her eyes inquisitively, offering a feigned smile - moments later, offering his hand to aid her up off of the ground.
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- LITTLE DOVE - By COLUMBIA de LÉVÊQUE on April 06, 2017 at 6:39 PM