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


Posted on September 17, 2018 by Kathryn Murphy
West
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


The witch with those icy blue eyes has had mentors in her life before, just never a magic mentor. Of course, to be fair, she had never thought she would need a mentor for such a thing. Her grandparents had been mentors for life for the witch with hair like rush, dark chocolate. They had been the first for the glacier eyed girl, especially after her mother left her with them. They had led her through early childhood and then others joined her life as fellow mentors. Coaches, teachers, they all came into the girl's life to help lead her, teach her, challenge her, all leading up to the person she was today. They helped create and shape Kathryn. What would they think now as her icy pools meet those of a dark hunter that was designed to kill supernaturals, just as Kathryn was a witch, born with magic in her blood.

Of course Kathryn had yet to master her skill, the blue eyed witch hadn't even known she had magical powers, let alone how to use them. All the more reason she needed a mentor, a trainer, a teacher of some sorts, but Kathryn had no idea of even the first step of finding another witch to help her. It wasn't like she could post an ad on Craigslist, 'Help needed. Witch seeking witch mentor. Please email resume, no phone calls.' Yeah, that definitely would not be happening. So, essentially, Kathryn was up the creek without a paddle, or a witch without a broom if you prefer.

Determined suddenly to not show fear against 'hunter' of sorts, Kathryn forces her face into an emotionless flat line across her face. She feels muscles bunching beneath her tanned skin, she would run if she had to, the wind so desperate to aid her it would seem perhaps she could use it to enhance her speed and at least get some distance between herself and the light haired man who seemed bent on making her life a living hell for no reason.

Prick.

But, even so, Kathryn notes his hesitation. If he was some big shot hunter killer person, why didn't he just strike her down now when she was so vulnerable? Not that she deserved to be killed, the worst thing Kathryn ever having done was some underage drinking in high school and an occasional over due library book. She had never even gotten a parking ticket for crying out loud, and now she was about to be killed? Life could really be a bitch. Though she wouldn't deny the hint of amusement that passes over her face at the surprised face the blonde man creates upon his features as the obsidian haired woman arrives. How she went from being in some twisted horror film to smack dab in the middle of cheesy romantic comedy was entirely beyond Kathryn, but, never the less, she was happy enough to have the attention off of herself for the time being. She adverts those silver blue eyes as the two enjoy theirâ€"erâ€"morning greeting could it be called? Not wanting to intrude on an intimate moment. But as she dares to look up she watches as he disappears and reappears before her very eyes. Seriously? Just when she thinks she is getting this supernatural world figured out, something else had to go and rock the boat.

The dark haired witch then approaches Kathryn. The young witch still feels those invisible fingers of the zephyrs as they twirl around her, as if with a silent apology for their previous behavior. Vibrant eyes only leave the midnight haired witch when the dark hunter decides to respond to her comment. Again, with the hostile behavior when Kathryn had done nothing to warrant such a reaction from the blonde haired crazed man. "Yeah, I'm sure your home is quite lovely, but I prefer being alive," the young witch says, followed by silence hanging between the trio, followed by words and laughter before silence once more followed, as the pair prepares to depart. And then, the witch with hair like dark chocolate grows bold, any fear she had slipping away as was so common for the girl or wind. "You seem to know a lot," Kathryn says a smile growing on her face. "Why don't you be my mentor?"

Bold, Kathryn, bold.

Crystalline eyes looks to the witch unwavering, lacking any sort of hesitancy, aquamarines steady and certain. Chocolate locks of hair finally cease to stir as the breeze itself senses Kathryn's determination and stills itself obediently. When the man speaks is the only time those eyes turn away from the witch as he questions why she was out here in the morning hours. "Clearing my head," she answers the truth simply. "I told you, I'm new to this witching thing." That much was certainly evident, at least it ought to be. She had told the man she wasn't lying, he should really believe her by now.

When they start to move off, Kathryn finds her voice once more, glacial eyes directed this time not at Serafina, but at the hunter. "What made you give me a chance?" And the question, though perhaps it seems ignorant (which Kathryn is in the face of the supernatural world, only just having come to terms with what she was in the first place) but none the less, she wanted to know. Why did he not just kill her? He obviously had been given the opportunity to slay the blue eyed witch and yet he had not, even when the man's very title included the words 'dark' and 'hunter.' So why had she been spared when he most likely has vanquished many a supernatural foe. Again, as she speaks to the hunter, those silver-blue depths show no fear, no hesitancy. It takes her a moment to realize he had asked her a question in addition to his statement. "I live near downtown," she says, her lips hold a soft, small smile. Then, one more thought passes through her mind. "Thanks, by the way, for not killing me." Was that the sort of thing someone said thank you for? Kathryn was unsure, but better safe than sorry.

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