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
:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::
Posted on June 24, 2014 by Tobias
 His pacing is halted momentarily, his circle paused as the she-wolf speaks, the money tossed in between them as she speaks her dare, her challenge, his own fur prickling with desire in these moments. He is a dominant creature, his early years only having confirmed such a thing within himself, dominant nature fostered and nurtured by those he had come to know as Mom and Dad, his adopted siblings raised just as he, to be above others, to believe themselves leaders and though indeed his new found...status within Syn may contradict such a thing, the cat is entirely assured of his place within the world. He is Second within his pack, submissive only to his older brother, a position he retains simply because he is better then those around him, entirely of the belief the West is his personal territory if only because no one strong enough has yet come along to tell him otherwise and this....wolf will not be the first. Perhaps she is schooled within her training ring and yet- so is he, far more then one night spent within the confines of the Ark in efforts to earn himself enough food to survive in his endless pursuit of his missing comrade. His new...confinement, while perhaps working against him in so many ways had at least seen an influx of food, his condition, his muscle and weight having improved dramatically over these past weeks. Risqué was hardly a kind mistress and yet it could hardly be denied that she managed to feed her pets well enough. Her suggestion sees a rumbling growl rise within his throat, the sound almost a snicker of sorts as it vibrates within him, tail lashing against spotted flanks, golden eyes flicking briefly to the money and back to her own features once more, the silver brindled creature bristling before him as his own jaws part in a snarl, one easily returned entirely accepting of this challenge. She is a weaker creature then he, of that much he is assured, his myriad of abilities assuring his defeat will hardly come easily. It will take him only a matter of moments to learnt to predict her movements, each swing she takes, each clash of claw or fang merely another behaviour he will learn to avoid, his own jaws possessing a power unlike any other, the ability to carve through any substance- including her flesh and bone, capable of severing limbs with a simple bite by way of his second ability, his third perhaps more unique to himself and one that rises readily now, those faint tendrils of power responding readily to his resolve as he simply begins to walk forward and towards her, golden cat eyes held against her own. Each muscle ripples and coils beneath that gold and black pelt, her scent once more reaching his senses once more, teasing and tugging at his memory, an image of sorts struggling to take hold as he releases that first burst of power, beginning to tangle now with her own mind, smashing and obliterating like a wrecking ball with no course, creating chaos within her mind, forcing her to release her inhibitions though indeed whether this will result in outright rage or the lust she holds back cannot be said. Chaos is a fickle thing and yet he simply seeks to begin to unravel the order of her thoughts, to scatter them, to have her act without any thought for consequence- taking away that part of herself that holds back. Perhaps she will simply become enraged, spit and shout and scream at him everything she has ever desired to yell at a man, perhaps that side of her that lusts will take over once the barriers are removed, perhaps she will become entirely taken by hunger- it cannot be said, he cannot know, yet either way he slowly begins to destabilise her thoughts, to create chaos on her mind and pick apart sense....seeking to leave her vulnerable in so many ways. To enraged to defend perhaps, to confused to attack, to driven by hunger to do anything but hunt- to taken by lust to lay a hand upon him in a violent way....each person is different after all- once there inhibitions are removed, this but a mere sprinkling of his true ability to undo the mind as he lunges suddenly and without warning- assured his power should have taken hold, seeking to wrap his paws around her, to knock her down and pin her beneath him, claws slashing violently at her sides as teeth reach for her scruff to throw her to the ground should he have missed his first tackle, a violent snarl vibrating through him as he seeks to dominate now. He knows her....has met her before....he is sure....the scent he knows so well at yet for now he seeks merely to hold her down and have her submit to him. This is his territory and dog or not she will know her place. |