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
《she tells me she has a thirst for blood》
Posted on June 18, 2014 by {jaidah}
That flows inside of everyone...
As he circles her, she keeps her eyes on him, unwilling to allow him to give her another scarring cut. Just another to add to the multitudes covering her body, though it is the first to be given to her without the added bonus of a fighting ring. But, the idea is no different. Just means she has no limits.
Her shift takes her over slowly, white fur coming in over her body, the hackles along her spine coming in black as she tosses the money in between the leopard and herself. "You win, all is yours. I win, all is mine." She speaks in a simplistic way, not liking the soumd of her voice, having been thrown and beaten for uttering a word to her father. Her eyes lighten, clothes seeming to meld with her fur as she suspects his own had, understanding that natural fibers are far easier to shift with than anything manufactured with synthetics. In the place of the young and seemingly delicate woman now stands a formidible she-wolf, black hackles raised like obsidian knives, silver brindled white fur covering her from head to tail. She bears her ivory knives to him, just as he hisses, she snarls. Her tail raises dominantly over her haunches, her head lowering so her throat is covered. Leopards go most often for the throat of prey, and the underbelly, Jaidah knows this from the nature shows she enjoys watching on the moving picture machine.
She would not be made to bow by a cat, one paw stepping forward to ensure the male knows there is no fear in her. He will not make her feel any other thing except hunger, and maybe a bit of lust. But, she has never felt the prize of lust, has never felt pleasure except when recieving praise for killing and maiming in the ring. Hunger she knows intimiately, feeling hunger is something she hates with a fiery passion, and she seeks to destroy the feeling of an empty gut by filling it with meat - only meat, no matter the source. She once ate a dog living because her father had neglected to feed her before she went into the ring, he never made that mistake again. The owners of the dog she ate had beaten her father, something Jaidah had mentally cackled her ass off about. Hunger pierces her gut now as she waits for her aggressor to make his move.
If he continues his silly circling, Jaidah may well take the meat he has to offer, just to make the pain of too many days without food go away.
she-wolf ♡ 20 years old ♡ untamed ♡ vagabond ♡ werewolf
♥czaczke
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