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 keep my eyes wide open [serafina]


Posted on August 12, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
West
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


The familiar sight of foam created waves and the scent of salty sea winds greet her senses with familiarity. It was a beautiful sight, truly, the way the sun begins to touch upon the ocean, the veil of the blue-black sky of night was beginning to vanish, soon the baby blues of day, the same bright, vibrant blue that rests within Kathryn's own eyes. It takes her back, back to her childhood, her home, her family. They say home is where the heart is, that there is always a place, somewhere near, far, in the past or present that will always call to a person's soul and beck for their tired and weary feet to find soft ground. To carry a wayward soul back to the place where they truly belonged. And then to some, home may not even be a place, but the presence of someone special in their lives, whether a parent, sibling, friend, lover, or child. The individual made them light and radiant, showered in warmth and bliss. Enough to make a person's heart burst. To Kathryn, her place where she only remembered pure, unbridled joy had been the beach, sitting beside her grandparents, the same beach they went to every year, just the three of them. No matter how old Kat had become, or how angsty of a teen she had been, she had always loved those special times with her her grandparents, the sun, the water, and the sand. Her family was certainly a great one, despite how tiny and broken it certainly was. But they were close and Kathryn was always able to count on her grandparents being there for her.

She had wondered, sometimes on that beach, content and rooting marshmallows with her grandparents, what it was like for her mother, a vagabond of sorts, for her gram had told her that her mom hadn't settled down any where since she left Kathryn behind, her post cards always from different places. She wondered if her mom grew weary from the endless traveling, never to find a place to let her roots dig into the soil, content and happy. Maybe this is what her mother wanted all along, to be free of any chains that threaten to bar her down to one spot, that tie her to anything remotely earthly. It hurt then to think about, and it hurts now, especially when Kathryn has no other witch to talk to. She doesn't understand her place in the world, her powers, or what she ought to do with them.

And she doesn't know about dark hunters either.

A voice, accusing and fire reaches her. Call it instinct, call it primal, but Kathryn immediately freezes. She doesn't know who or what is speaking to her, but the way her stomach drops within her tells the young witch that this cannot be good.

As baritones thunder loudly out, Kathryn whips around quickly, glacial eyes wide as she looks to the owner of such a demanding voice. He asks her what she is doing here and for a moment the young witch freezes. She had not seen any signs saying she wasn't welcome in the area, she was not standing on any private property, nor on any of the boats. What was she doing wrong? "I...I..." she stutters, attempting to get her bearings on the situation. "I just went out for a walk and stopped along the dock, I didn't see any no trespassing signs," she says, trying to explain herself, but even as she says all of this, every instinct in her body is telling her to run, run away, far and fast.

Heart races within her young chest, causing her to call upon the winds once more. It was not intentional, but she was so greatly connected to the element, that it came to her whenever it sensed the aid was needed, it never needed asking, it was always just there. She feels it tug at her dark hair as she looks at him, and then he says something that catches her off guard. Practicing magic, and mentor. Kathryn stares at him in awe. "I don'tâ€"how do you..." she doesn't know what to say to him now. How did he know she had magic, and what did he mean about a mentor? Were witches supposed to have mentors? And wait a second, did he just say bullet?

He did say something about putting a bullet in her.

Her petite body releases itself from the fear that had frozen her. While she is still terrified of the threatening man, Kathryn is now at least able to move and the young witch removes her hands from the pier and slowly begins to back away. "Pleaseâ€"please don't hurt me, I will leave, I promise," she says pleadingly, steps continuing backwards, slowly and carefully. "I don't even know how to use magic, I am not even sure I am proper witch," she says, and while she is not so sure if it is a good idea to admit her weakness, she thinks perhaps this strange witch hunter of sorts may cast pity upon her for not having any idea about magic. Though, it may just be that, wishful thinking.

As her muscles bunch together, ready to spring forward at the slightest notice, Kathryn's heart rate quickens, those aqua eyes darting from one spot to the next looking for as escape until finally the terror overtakes her and quickly moves her feet backwards and turn around, those bunched tendons and muscles finally letting go like a coiled spring released from a child's hands. But in her wild panic, Kathryn feels her feet tie up within themselves, legs stiff with shock and she only manages to produce a few strides before she falters, tumbling into the ground so abruptly, that not even her friend the wind is able to save her from her fate as she lands on the pavement with a painful scrap and yelp of surprise and fright. Instincts tell her to turn around as quickly as possible, despite still remaining on the ground, and those bright blue eyes turn to face the threat before her. The wind within the area begins to roar and whip around as if an impending storm were on the way as the young witch knows if he wanted to make good on his threat of putting a bullet through her, now would be entirely the perfect opportunity, and there was nothing Kathryn could do to stop him.

Replies