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

needing air to breathe


Posted on February 26, 2018 by Damon Marcello
West


His eyes flashed in approval the moment he looked at her, noting that the wind tapered off as he noticed the subtle signs of her calming down even as he spoke to her. He could tell she was growing increasingly frustrated with his expert level deflection of her questions but he wasn't going to give away the cheese, so to speak, and just hand her everything on a silver platter. Oh no, he wouldn't make it easy for her cause he was too curious as to what happened that she didn't already know what she was. How could someone go through life and just not know? Parents? Friends? Hell, even a coach. Someone had to have known and told her. When he mentioned Isolt, he noticed the instant surprise in her gaze and he smirked. "Yes, the woman wearing the ring I put on her finger. I'd rather keep her instead of letting this creep have her, if that's okay with you, of course."

His eyes glittered even as he witnessed her telling the other warlock that it was sick. The man only snorted in response. "She's not a person. She's already dead, as far as I'm concerned. We're doing the world a favor, bringing Eve into this forsaken world!" He all but screamed the last few words and Damon ground his jaw in frustration. This man was either brain washed or they fed them some strong BS in that coven. He was definitely dedicated to the cause. He attempted to tease at Kathryn, asking if she wanted to play good cop, bad cop. The surprising part wasn't just that she agreed so readily but also that she then said he could be the good cop before she turned her gaze on the warlock chained to the wall. Wait, what? He raised a brow, turning his head to watch her.

She grabbed the man's shoulders and started shouting at him. Damon tried very hard to keep a straight face and hold in his laughter. She just didn't look that intimidating. But he sensed something building up inside her and he scowled thoughtfully, his eyes sparking with curiosity. The warlock she was holding eyed her with growing concern like he could feel it too. "I am Ezekial, famed flamethrower of The New Eden and master warlock of the seven heavens. It's not considered kidnapping. We're doing the world a favor, getting those disgusting leeches off the streets. They're killers, all of them!" He glared at Damon, who glared right back. Then the man looked back at her, his face questioning. "You would turn on others like yourself for the sake of this bottom feeder? Don't you know you're --"

But his word cut off in a choking sound as his eyes widened in shock and confusion. He tried clutching his own throat as he gasped and choked but his face was already starting to change color, like he couldn't breathe. Damon squinted his eyes at first before he glanced at Kathryn and it dawned on him. She was keeping him from breathing. Nifty. He raised a brow, clearly impressed. He leaned back, his smirk even more carefree as he watched the exchange. He wouldn't have cared either way if she allowed him to breathe again or not but finally she gave in and he gasped in lungful's of air even as she told him to answer his questions. He chuckled lightly at the use of the word partner. "I have no control over her so I'd suggest you keep her happy. Now...where is the home base of your coven?" The man was still choking but had time to glare at both her and Damon as he whispered hoarsely. "Up your undead ass."

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