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

i'm sure that's where your demons hide


Posted on June 18, 2014 by Alekai
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Her mention of a name momentarily seemed to hold the blondes attention, one eye lifting up ever so subtly in what may have been a flicker of surprise. His prey so very rarely had a name that some part of himself had seemingly forgotten that, servants of hell or not, most of them seemed to keep us this façade of personification with a human sounding name. His shoulders offer little more then a wayward shrug in response, storing the name within his mind all the same although truthfully he had little desire to call her anything. Using her name only made her sound more human, only made her seem more real when the truth was so very far from that. She shouldn't even exist, shouldn't even be alive, a human-animal mix was unnatural, unholy and ever sense within himself desire to end what excuse she has for a life here and now. The potential however, for using her for more sees his hand stayed- at least for now.

The girl fell easily into step beside him, the man noticing momentarily that she was...a good height for a woman, the height they had been back in his day before any improvement in nutrition seemed to see women ascend to all amount of lofty heights, his own size once considered remarkably tall, now fairly mediocre for a man. Then again, his height had never truly caused him any problems, unlike his ridiculously blonde hair. Truthfully he rather despised it and yet for whatever reason couldn't quite bring himself to actually do anything about it all the same. His own thoughts shifted briefly back to the cat-girl beside him, remaining ever-aware of her presence all the same, half expecting her to attempt to claw at his flesh or hit and spit like some sort of common alley-cat. He never was a fan of felines, as far as he was concerned they were pets for women or used to clean out rat-infested barns. This one however- seemed to at least suggested a greater use, the amber of his gaze returning to the dark of her own as she seemed so very assured she could achieve all the information he could ever want- plus more. For a moment his eyes were given to narrow, if even only slightly, curious perhaps as to what source of information this little girl had on the club itself. Did she know vampires who frequented it? Vampires who wanted to see there fellow bloodsuckers staked to death? For now he leaves that thought silent.

"I'll need all of that information, whatever you bring me better be damn reliable though, or you and your pack will become my new favourite hunting sport."

That is entirely the threat and promise it sounds, provided of course her unreliable sources didn't get him killed, it would hardly be the first time someone tried that trick- the words that followed however, very near saw the man stumble as he jerked abruptly to a halt, golden eyes slamming upon the woman with an evident and icy cold as he felt his jaw clench in instant dislike for this...Nadya. For a Were she seemed to have to much knowledge for her own damn good. Maybe he is hypocritical, maybe he does only like information about others, when it pertains to himself however he feels mildly inclined to become a little...agitated.

"What the hell do you know about Angels?"

It came out perhaps a little harsher then even he had intended, clear disdain touching each line of his toned frame, feet halted upon the cracked, broken footpath that so decorated the dilapidated west side as he regarded the woman with an entirely new look of discord. What did her pack have to do with Syn anyway? Wasn't it a vampire club? Unless.....her pack included vampires. A mixed race pack however is something even Azrael has never seen, his curiosity in the girl spiked- yet not nearly so much as his agitation, the man clearly seeming to weigh up what would be more valuable at this point in time, having a shot at Syn, or taking out a WereCat who seemed to know to much for her own damn good. Maybe some of his kind held no beliefs or ties to Angels....but Azrael did and this he finds particularly...annoying right now.

"Fine."

The words was very near forced between clenched teeth, fingers flexing into a fist of sorts as he finally manages a sigh, one hand running back through his blonde hair. He truly does hate being out done.

"This extends only to your direct and immediate pack though, that means only those your Alpha recognises, I'm not having you running all over town picking up strays and naming them pack just to piss me off."

He has every reason to believe her pack is small, from what he's seen so far he doubts there is more then 2 or 3 more members and he supposes he can live with turning something of a blind eye to them- if he has to, in exchange for a superior target.

"I swear on the Angel I will not kill you or members of your pack in exchange for you information. There, happy?"

He can already feel those words catch within his throat, eyes regarding her again now, assuring himself she is content with this deal before the barest hint of amusement seems to touch his gaze.

"It's Azrael, by the way, or just Az. Since we're using names now."

He has some appreciation for irony it would seem, his own name tied in so nicely with this topic of conversation, vague amusement touching his features before he moves to reach into his pocket , flicking a piece of cardboard about his fingers before offering it to the girl, the card holding noting save for a phone number.

"Ring me when you have something useful to tell me and I'll meet you somewhere, if I don't hear from you for a week I'll come looking and really, my mood will be so entirely bad by then you'll regret ever having met me. So do your job....Nadya."




Alekai Azrael Evero
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