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

now who does he think he is?


Posted on September 16, 2014 by Alekai
West
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For half a moment the towering young hunter was hardly given to hear the even younger looking vampire, the words the younger blonde uttered almost ignored entirely- after all, it's been years since anyone had actually attempted to provoke him willingly, the curt words vibrating against his ears so casually that Azrael was almost taken aback by them entirely, staring briefly towards the evidently idiotic vampire that had spoken them- as if only to assure himself the other blonde really had spoken. Blondy? Well that was original. Then again, vampires were not exactly known for their joking ability, the vast majority of them seemingly unable to adapt successfully after a few decades, often entirely assured that the jokes that were funny in the sixties still apply to the modern day. Then again 'blondy' probably hadn't been particularly clever even then. Although......this one, was a decidedly young vampire. How old he may be in vampire years remained to be seen and yet this momentary second glance at least allowed the astute Hunter to perceive that this man...was a boy, hell, he could have hardly been more then fifteen, maybe sixteen at best. It must be a rather dull existence to be forever stuck in the body of a mere boy.

His thoughts on the matter however were short-lived, any pity he may have had for the soulless child wiped effortlessly away as the gold of his gaze returned to the vampires own as he continued to prattle, his own gaze darkening slightly at the boys mention of 'pretty'. There were, by very definition, rather a lot of things that annoyed Azrael, the vast majority of other beings on this planet being the mere tip of his proverbial iceberg when it came to agitation and yet being referred to as 'pretty' came a rather close second. This vampire was hardly the first, in fact, rather a long line of male creatures seemed to enjoy this sort of goading. He had hated his blonde hair for as long as he could remember, even back into the expanse of his human life, some part of him perhaps having always felt his white gold hair was rather....unmasculine and to have some sort of immortal child point it out hardly did anything to improve his mood. Hi lips move to shift into a simple, tight line, one eye lifting ever so slightly in vague amusement at the creature that leans atop the bar in a manner much the same. Maybe the damn fool was drunk- Azrael hardly cared and yet not knowing when to shut the hell up and do as he has been told is clearly a lesson the Hunter is content to teach, the barest hint of a smirk tracing his features before he quite suddenly....disappears.

The leather clad Hunter reappears a mere moment later upon the vampires other side, the crack and snap of wood lost within the sound of the thumping base as a wooden stake is slammed into the bar top less then an inch from the vampires hand, this time the threat entirely clear. A purposeful miss and yet should he be forced to make his point again Azrael has no desire of missing a second time, his speed allowing his movements to not only appear almost as if he has teleported, unable to be tracked by the eye, yet allowing his attacks to be unleashed with near the same speed- such rapid fire the very reason he has lived so very long, no other creature capable of keeping pace, now surely....the little boy knows when he is outmatched.

"If you want to see a pretty face ruined I am entirely assured that can be arranged. I'm only going to ask you one more time, little boy, where is the exit to this vile bar?"

One hand moved to grasp the stake, wrenching it easily from the bar top, flicking it about in his hand, rolling the weapon through his fingers like a delightful toy before he moves to lean atop the bar once more beside the vampire boy- the point twisted now to point neatly at the vampires chest in a very evident warning.

"Now, be a good boy and tell me what I want to know or I'll make it my point to see how long it takes you to get your ass handed to you. Hmm, see, that's how you make a joke."

Cocky- is perhaps an understatement, one long finger moving to caress the side of the stake, tapping the pointed end with evident humour although truly whether the vampire had the mental capacity to understand it or not Az hardly knew- nor did he care. It would be...difficult to actually carry out such a threat, given that hurting the boy would more then likely draw attention to him, then again- perhaps he'd be willing enough to try, just for the hell of it.

"You don't happen to know where the owner to this bar keeps her pets do you? See- look how nicely I asked that, quick now- before I lose my patience with you entirely."




Alekai Azrael Evero
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