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

Oh I wanna dance with somebody


Posted on August 07, 2014 by Felicity
West


The feel of eyes was ever present, she had learned to simply allow it to become something subdued and always there, at least when it should be. Of course she got concerned when alone and feeling that same sense, but now, it was just the usual. She considered it a great step up from the cocky stare of her brethren really, at least none of these neanderthals were related to her in any way, accustomed most to the appalling attentions of her second and third cousins hoarding the girls they could catch for their polygamist harems. Such was the life of deer she guessed, but not for this one. So she moved all the more to the tune of ravenous attentions and certainly didn't mind the attentions of the only one to approach her. He responds to her request, the pressure of his fingertips lacing against her dress just enough to take hold of her and follow, his body there though not in some overwhelming manner. A new light to this momentary partnership she puts her whole into it and keeps with him, matching and leading slightly all at once. He responds to her question, she nods affirming his acceptance, turning and weaving all the while accepting the smooth trails left by his touch in her movements.

The way he says her name is robust and alluring, as was he really, she wouldn't deny the honesty there unless there was some need to do so. She liked him saying the fullness of her whole name rather than its replacement, thinking on it more she decided she wouldn't have liked it any other way. Then he gives his name, Damon, eyes narrowing slightly as she tucked it away and sucked air between her teeth forming a hiss, as if the very statement of it was sharp even from his lips. Reaching then she places her wrists upon his shoulders, holding motion but stabilizing herself a little more, hands kept out of it to keep things platonic. She didn't want to give off the wrong vibes totally and yet that was what she wanted to provide in her dancing then, with him? It was different, not that different, but different. He was here, they were out there, here there was no distance to weigh in a swift getaway if she needed to. She wasn't anonymous, but she stood on the edge of that blade anyway as she searched his chilling blue eyes.

"Damon. Charming. So Damon, you got anything to show me around these parts? All I know now is here and River Dale; considering you are so kind to offer your services I assume you have some place better in mind?"

She knew this town had much to offer but the club had been first choice to her really, a prime spot to shake off the shambles of her abandoned life for something a bit better and a lot newer. She could really enjoy the idea of leaving behind the simple farming life and had been out swimming in the independence that came with turning down tradition, she truly felt like a different person entirely, different from what they expected. Had anyone seen her amid-st her kin they might have gawked, laughed, anything but stared at her as they did then, admire her as something normal. She wasn't, she knew she wasn't just as she knew he wasn't, but even then she didn't judge and cast her concerns to the wind even if it was perhaps a dangerous choice to make on her behalf. Returning to the present she knew she was up for whatever then, but first...she would need another drink.

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