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
and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars
Posted on April 10, 2017 by vhalla solarn
you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared
That drink is held so casually in her hand the alcohol swimming through her brain, enjoying that fog that so coats her eyes. Her senses aren't dulled in the least, she merely enjoyed this point of alcohol: tipsy. It helped her forget her quarry for the night, she would face it tomorrow, for now she enjoyed the silence of her own mind, the slow movement of the dingy bar she frequented. Raising that amber liquid to her lips, she finishes it off in one swig, setting the glass down on the bar silently, her white braid stark against her leather jacket. Shifting, she rubs her legs together to feel her stashed weapons, satisfied she hasn't lost any, she lifts a hand to beckon toward the barkeep just as a willowy woman slides into the seat next to her.
She's content to ignore the stranger only bothering to watch the bartender pour her a new glass; until a flash of steel, a new body pressed between her and the stranger, and those threatening words falling from the woman's lips. Shifting in her seat slightly, she arches a brow at the scene, infinitely amused as she inspects the blade that is held to the man's throat. Glancing down at the purse he had been going for, her gaze returns to the now bleeding boy and this dark woman, Vhalla biting her tongue from laughing even when the bar falls into an uneasy silence.
It wasn't unusual for a brawl to break out or a body to be found dead the next morning in this grimy bar; still, when steel was produced everyone always fell silent, waiting and watching just to see what would happen. When that blade is lowered, everyone returns to their drinks, realizing they weren't going to witness anything exciting tonight; except for Vhalla. She watches the gazelle of a woman grab that purse and slap it on the bar next to her, Vhal's brows flick up, her eyes dancing with amusement. Before she can say anything, the stranger is stalking away just as her drink is arriving. Sighing, she throws the bills at the bartender, leaving her drink untouched as she stands following the woman.
"It's not mine, keep it," she calls over her shoulder at the bartender regarding the purse on the counter. Exiting the bar, that breath of fresh air kisses her face, clearing her senses as she finds the woman still prowling down the street. Following her, Vhalla found herself curious, perhaps it was the alcohol that so pushed her to follow the woman. Quickening her pace, she reaches the woman and falls into step next to her, her blue eyes regarding the stranger for a moment, "You do realize that wasn't mine," she states rather than questions, she wouldn't thank her, there was no thanks to be given.
"I'm sure that boy is either wetting his pants or finding his friends," not a warning, just another statement. Seeing the quick movement of the woman handling that blade, she was sure she could handle them if needed.
Vhalla Solarn
To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered