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

where the wild things are


Posted on July 14, 2014 by nakomis
West
She had grown bitter with her existence, unable to come to terms with what happened to her nearly thirty years ago. It had been a traumatizing event, but she managed to move on, finding new things out about herself and her new gifts. Always there was a bitter longing in her chest, a deep want to find out what real aging was had begun to take root in her heart. Truly she was jealous of the old women, the adults who would have looked like her had she been able to look her true age.

No matter how much she wished she could age, Nakomis loved being vampiric more. She could do things no mortal could, was stronger, faster, smarter, and had a killer set of fangs. She was bittersweet about the whole package, however, but thankful she did not age as humans did. If she did she would end up being a thousand year old walking raisin. Being a dried up animated corpse had no appeal to her, but being young forever? Having humans, your food source, look at you and think you are another idiot teenager when in fact you are older than their judgmental asses? Embarrassing, to say the least.

She sits in a corner booth, watching the crowd, listening to their spirits change as the night wears on. It is like a fire in some, others wind or water or earthquakes. Some were storms and others were as calm as the still lakes, most were little drums. As they grew more intoxicated, their spirits would still, or become more belligerent. But, there was one spirit who cried out to her in the entire place. Hazel eyes, made of Irish green and golden honey brown streaked together to make mismatching patterns within her irises, they watch as the waitress goes to his table. Her head tilts as the waitress's does, sending her own peaceful spirit into the girl's body, momentarily displacing the waitress's flighty ghost.

"If you aren't here to drink, sir, then why did you come?"

Her Romani accent followed her wherever she threw her spirit, whether a female was possessed or a male, the voice would differ, but never the accent. A smile is given, both from her body and from the female's body. Just a moment ago, the woman had a local accent, and she knew he would catch the difference, anyone would. Her weak skill at this made fighting the woman's now raging spirit rather difficult, so she relinquished her claim on the serving girl. She appeared startled, and embarrassed, and she turned and walked away just as Nakomis stood to come to him.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

Graces taught to her by her mother shine through as her kind gaze found the hard ice within his gaze. Her pupils dilated momentarily, sensing the dullness of his spirit, how restless it seemed. Such a thing was typical of boredom in extreme cases. To be dull and restless at the same time spoke volumes of how long he had suffered with such a thing.

"Forgive my rude interruption, you seemed so interested in your waitress," She smirks, letting him in on her humor at how uninterested he really was with the waitress, "I just could help but to chase her off..." It must seem odd, this platinum blonde stranger waltzing out of the blue just when he is growing the most bored. "And my question still stands, if you are not here to drink, why are you here?" She must ask, curiosity will not let her leave him alone.

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