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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on July 18, 2014 by Damon
West


She seems a little impressed that I speak her language, her lips quirking up as her brow furrows. I wait patiently for her reply but instead she lifts her gaze to the sky as if it has all the answers. She smiles after a while as if liking something she sees and I follow her gaze upward, wondering what it is she could be seeing. Of course all I see are a moon and stars so I look back at her after a moment, tilting my head some in curiosity. She seems comfortable in the dark, but then most confident hunters are. They're either too skilled or too foolish to fear the things that go bump in the night.

As I bring up the sell she just made, she glances back toward the shop with a bitter expression as her hand automatically reaches for her new blade. My eyes gleam with amusement to have brought such a reaction out of her with mere words. She must take her weapons seriously. She takes out the knife and turns it gently in the moonlight, her fingers caressing the blade like a lover as she stares into the shiny surface. I'm almost mesmerized by the gesture. I've always wondered if the relationship between a hunter and their weapons are anything like the relationship between a vampire and their fangs. She arches her brow before finally lifting her gaze back to my own.

Her off hand comment seems like any other hunter would understand automatically. My lips twitch toward a smirk as I nod.

"Understandable, of course. I'm sure the person who has to put filler in the hole and paint over it will understand completely as well."

My lips twitch more so this time, eyes gleaming with mischief as I speak in a playful tone. What can I say? I'm in a good mood tonight. She watches me carefully before sliding the blade back into its sheath. At her question, I tilt my head some before answering.

"Al momento, sono con te."
(At the moment, I'm with you)

My eyes glisten daringly, watching her smile before she moves boldly toward me. She leans against the wall beside me and I inhale slowly, drinking in her sensual perfume. I chuckle a little at her name calling, returning her smirk as I meet her steady gaze.

"I guess that depends on the company, but I don't mind if it's you as long as you don't mind that I could carry rabies."

I grin, flashing pearly whites in humor as I wait for her response. My fangs are safely retracted for now. I only bring them out when I intend to use them.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos