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
:: Give It To Me Baby ::
Posted on June 28, 2014 by Tobias
 The momentary change within the air alerts the chained deviant to the approach of the fox he had apprehended some weeks ago, her scent momentarily analysed though indeed he finds nothing of interest within it, seemingly content to ignore her entirely in these moments. She is not breaking into the Warehouse or Syn and as such he holds no interest in removing her, evidently content enough to allow her upon his west-side territory as he continues to offer the offending rock the silent treatment, assured that he will make it suffer in these moments before the woman makes her appearance, kneeling down before him and yet just out of reach before gesturing to his rock pile and the disobedient rock that has so seen fit to ruin his moment. Dark eyes lift to her own, meeting the depth of her gaze beneath that wild mop of hair as she attempts to explain why the rock is not a bastard, the woman offered little more than a blank stare by way of response, mind utterly unable to understand the words she offers, a derisive snort released from his lips as he returns his attention to the game he is playing, hand reaching out to snatch up the rock she has tossed towards him- grasping it eagerly as he moves to add it to his pile, lip quirking up into a grin. This momentary happiness however, is perilously short-lived, the girls mention of the word 'pet' seeing those fathomless dark eyes narrow coldly. He has accepted perhaps, to some extent, that this is a title he now wears, the term 'pet' a highly shameful one amongst the rank of the Were as a race, even his deranged mind capable of this understanding and yet it grates against him, teeth clenched and grinding between his lips as the natural volatility of his persona makes itself known, temper flaring with sudden and violent ferocity, the rock in his hand launched towards the Fox with every intention of hitting her. The girl fortunate- perhaps, that his chain prevents him from being able to grasp her. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" Any further words are abruptly cut off by the leather tightening around his neck, this seeming to result in another string of colourful curses before he throws himself down in a huff once more, the boy the very image of a spoiled child within the throes of a tantrum as he snarls towards her, sitting now with his back to her, determined to punish her in the same manner as he did the rock- assured that by denying her his attention she will surely become upset, oblivious to the fact that having him do anything other then growl at her may well be a reward in itself. His own resolve however, is far weaker then it would appear, her mention of a gift seeing his head tilt once more, violent temper rapidly dissipating into clear curiosity as he turns to face her now, chocolate hued eyes seeming lighter, calmer now as he regards her with evident interest. "For...me? Is it...my birthday? I had a birthday...once." He has not, he thinks, had a birthday in very long time and surely....surely he is due for another, oblivious to the fact the last birthday he had celebrated had been over ten years ago, his ability to perceive time a drastically limited thing, the boy unable to truly understand that he has aged at all, understanding only that it has been a long time since his last birthday, a longer time since he had been taken away from Tetra and Nadya and pack. Any true ability to understand the concept of weeks...months....years an entirely foreign thing to him, the boy moving to remove his sunglasses now, looking almost longingly towards the woman as his lean, hard, toned frame leans forward to see what she has, stretching as far as his chain will allow, watching in curiosity as she moves to open the bag of....grass? Her hand stirring though the contents readily releases the odour within it, those first few tendrils of catnip scent beginning to fill the air and penetrate his mind as his pupils dilate suddenly with merely the scent of the plant alone, one hand reaching towards her, fingers attempting to snatch the bag from her. "Yes....yes I do." He hardly has any idea what it is, hardly cares, his desire to get to it momentarily overwhelming any other though within himself, the boy seeming almost child-like once more as those ravishing dark eyes continue to watch her with startling intensity- the young man very suddenly moving to seat himself before her in a very upright manner. "See? See how good I...sit? I can....do other...tricks.....can I...have it now?" That he clearly believes he is required to perform some sort of 'trick' in an effort to have a reward is clear in these moments, continuing to sit before the woman like a well-trained dog waiting to be given a treat of sorts, unaware perhaps, that he may very well not be able to contain his own unique power if under the influence of this unique plant, simply determined to get to it, willing to momentarily allow the women to command him- at least for now, the scent entirely alluring..... |