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

:: Burn Everything You Love, Then Burn The Ashes ::


Posted on September 25, 2014 by Tobias
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He continues to cling almost desperately to the legs of the other man, his mind warped entirely in this regard, unable to see beyond the Hunter, seeming to desire his presence and touch in a manner he never truly has before, there is perhaps no emotion involved in such a thing, not truly, Kohl merely having become attractive in scent and sight and sound, the feline desiring him entirely and yet in what capacity remains to be seen, so much of the boy underdeveloped within his own mind that he understands little beyond his desire to prevent any harm coming to the object of his affection. It is fortunate perhaps, that such ideals assure his claws remain sheathed as he clings to the Hunter, attempting to climb higher with each passing moment, the girls near entirely forgotten before the man he clings to suddenly swings. The cat simply grips harder in an instinctive response, hazy mind far to confused perhaps to understand the situation until he is suddenly thrown into the brick wall- a yelp of pain forced from his lips, mind desperately struggling to battle between his desire to let go and the infectious hold of Kohl's power as he is suddenly slammed a second time, very near forcing the air from his lungs, bruising his flesh and scraping at his skin and yet still he makes no move to defend himself, unable to....harm this person he desires to protect no matter the pain it seems to bring him and yet his grip is forced to lessen, the jarring of his bones unable to allow him to cling so hard as he would desire. Until another force entirely seeks to pry him away.

It is in that moment of forced removal perhaps, that finally sees Kohl's hold upon him break, the levitating leopard frowning slightly as his mind returns, left dangling within mid-air as Birdie attempts to launch both Hunters into the nearest dumpster, his own form held firmly against the ground, held by restraints he cannot understand as a furious snarl now spills from his lips, frantically attempting to remove himself from this invisible hold, any emotion felt for Kohl entirely forgotten now as his mind fixates upon being held, the boy utterly unable to accept such a thing, loathing any form of restraint just as any undomesticated creature surely does and yet the pressure against him continues to hold, pinning him to the floor in his half-animal state before Birdie suddenly approaches. That feral leopard gold seems to fade from his gaze, if only slightly, his aching frame protesting his continued flailing and yet he does not have the sense, perhaps, to cease fighting against it until his now human companion moves to caress his Leopard ears, seeming to soothe him into momentary calmness as she reaches for his hand, the aching within his form soothed as the woman attempts to explain, mine attempting to perceive her words through truly he cannot fathom them so entirely- understanding only that his form no longer aches, dark eyes resting against the woman's hand against his own, believing perhaps, that her touch is key to his own lack of pain in this moment as he simply nods- eyes suddenly turned towards the dumpster the Hunters had been thrown within.

For a moment he simply continues to stare, dark eyes narrowing slightly as those flickers of gold once more dance within the fathomless darkness of his gaze, his playful demeanour seeming to have evaporated entirely now as an entirely new persona seems to shift into play. He is dangerous for this reason, his mind so delicately balanced upon the precipice of madness and sanity that it seems capable of tipping so readily in either direction and it would seem indeed that it has tilted entirely towards that darker side of himself, that playful, curious cat seeming have disappeared entirely, lost within the shadow of something far more violent and darkened, a being that represents every ounce of cruelty ever done upon him, a side of himself even Birdie perhaps, has never truly witnessed as he brushes so silently past her. These...hunters had threatened him and his companion, the danger they pose no longer amusing- his very demeanour seeming to have suddenly become....murderous, although why he has changed so dramatically cannot be said.

"Then...kill the threat."

It is simply his response to Birdie's early words, the barest hint of a smirk seeming to lace his features as he suddenly reaches for the dumpster, sliding the bolt across the lid and sealing it shut, aiming to trap both hunters within this new steal prison before the creature reaches into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the lighter he has taken to carrying in the wake of his newest obsession...with fire. There is so much that will readily burn, his experiments already having taught him what will and will not smoulder, the mountains of cardboard boxes piled beneath and around the dumpster the perfect fuel as he simply bends to light the nearest one, the cardboard exploding into flame, the rest of the boxes following suit until the dumpster sits upon a very perfect bonfire. The lanky creature simply steps back and away from that eruption of flames, momentarily mesmerized by those flickering fires as he returns the lighter to his pocket and simply leans back against the wall to watch his dinner cook- evidently entirely content to watch them burn alive, either oblivious or immune entirely to such cruelty, lacing any form of empathy or knowledge to the horror of such a crime upon another living being. They would kill him, he is sure and as such fails to understand why he cannot simply cannot kill them first and watch them burn alive, trapped inside that rapidly heating cell as he simply.....grins.



Tobi
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