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
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 hate it when you hiss
Posted on August 17, 2014 by Bethel Ayer
Being a predator was fun. In so many ways, the world was at the tips of your fingers â€" clay, soft enough only for your fingers to mold, and pliable in ways that would bend laws of nature should you so ask it to. You had instincts that were like the powers of nature worshiping you, giving you whatever it is that you desired in the way of food, or of how you wanted to conduct yourself in the world. Being a predator was desirable, in the way that power of an executive is always coveted. Animals destruct one another to take their place on the food chain, or their lives. Were-animals were no different. They smelled like their counterparts, their instincts replications of those animals that were squarely feral. The woman before Bethel struck her as a strong were. Her features were acute, drawn in an undeniably attractive manner. But Bethel felt something else was off, like the woman's counterpart might be an animal that caused the giant, destructive snake beneath her own skin to stir. With a sigh that would sound remarkably like a hiss, the young woman sat up a little straighter. Her movement were like liquid, rehearsed beneath the water and executed to some kind of ethereal perfection. She extended her hand gently, offering it in a greeting. "No, I am not a wolf, but I'm also not like you. You were right about one thing," Bethel began, her voice a smooth, even trill. It sounded sweet, less caustic than the venom-laced tone that was it's dark counterpart. She waited for the other woman to shake her hand, before moving aside so that there was more room on the bench for her to sit down, and converse. " This city is bigger than you think, isn't it? Kind of deceiving in that you think you know a route, or some groups of people... But others always slither to the surface." Bethel gently gave her a smile, every movement fluid and all but screaming predator. While she did not give her name, yet, Bethel's voice and tongue lingered on every "s" in her speech. It wasn't enough to sound like a lisp, or a speech impediment, but it was enough to couple with her exotic features to know that the animal beneath her skin was all but human. |
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- tsunami - By Alexis Wilde on August 18, 2014 at 4:40 PM