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
Lost In Her Stare
Posted on February 13, 2018 by Braxton Redfield
She was immune to his Mental Mimicry. How intriguing was this. Not often did Braxton ever come across people that could resist him, and the way she taunted him after his attempt was laughable in his eyes. This reaction from Vitani was simply just something he had seen one-hundred times over: Especially since he had literally been around to watch the world change in his two-hundred years of living. That number was paled in comparison to other Fae he had the chance of meeting. Many were over one thousand years, or just over a hundred years older than he.
Not to mention many the ones he met came from a high status of living, or managed to get to that state in their time as a Fae. Hell, a huge majority of Fae were royalty. Yet Braxton, a common soldier that was serving under the crown of King George for a cause he had believed in, after losing his wife and kid to those miserable colonists... Was forcibly turned into a Fae. That woman that lured him and his troops; The memory still stung him as he scowled a bit looked away from Vitani for but a moment.
Why of all times did he have to remember something like that? Perhaps it was the way Vitani was dressed in that white dress of hers, and her hair... No, that temptress that was in the woods may of worn a white, flowing dress that moved with her. But her hair was an amber color of sorts.
He remembered the ritual all too well, and the other Fae that were dancing around as Braxton was sacrificed.
Braxton would growl from the depths of his throat and spit on the ground. His disdain for that woman was still very much alive, but he harbored no hate towards any other Fae. After all, they weren't the reason he was forced into this life, but this forced change was why he was twisted, dark and had the ability he did.
But he had to shake this expression and thought off of him, and he did just that as he turned to Vitani and scoffed.
"Sorry, had an air bubble in my throat for a moment."
He explained to her as he would toss the dying cigarette to the ground and squish it under his boot.
Vitani had introduced herself formerly to Braxton, and he took note of it as he wanted to instinctively reach for his cigarettes, but he stopped himself. Perhaps he had enough for now, and if he did happen to go somewhere with Vitani, he would think that she'd find it rude for him to smoke in her limo. Plus, he had no idea how dangerous she actually was under that guise of hers.
Braxton put his hands on his hips as he would look at the blue eyed and platinum haired lady, as she offered to have him join her for breakfast. This was a sign, it was the start of something between the two of them. Perhaps, he would have an ally in this town after all... Perhaps even an accomplice of sorts.
"It would be my pleasure to join you, m'lady."
They'll eat you alive.
Replies
- hush, if you know what's good for you - By vitani on February 18, 2018 at 7:25 PM