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 baby burn


Posted on September 26, 2014 by Alekai
West
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It was somewhere within the haze of speed and adrenaline that Azrael was half inclined to wonder exactly how old this boy was when he'd become a vampire. Maybe, for those few whom had such a life forced upon them he could find some semblance of pity within himself, the barest fraction of sympathy and yet more often then not humans seemed to willingly choose such a thing. That, he would never understand. Death was.....a reward at the end of a life hard lived, or at least, back when he himself had been human it was, why prolong a life just to watch everyone around you die? His own immortality was merely....an extended death sentence, waiting for the day when someone strong enough finally came along and yet, even despite his disdain for his own life he simply does not have it within himself to lay down and die, to simply let a Were or a Vampire or a particularly vengeful magic user end it for him. Even when he was still human he had always been stubborn, determined that even if he was destined to die he was going to go down swinging. Like, he thinks, is complicated- death even more so and yet maybe this vampire had the same set of ideals- maybe he just couldn't bring himself to walk out into the sunlight either. Although really Azrael was being entirely kind enough to offer him the option of death, an offer he'd retracted only moments before in favour of simply beating him black and blue for no other reason then because he felt like it. The blond vampires words at least managed to hold some vaguely amusing notion. Don't underestimate him. Well, overestimating him wasn't exactly anything Azrael feared either, choosing to let the thought pass as his fist connected firmly with the boys face, the sound entirely satisfying for the Hunter. A little light brawl, more of a training run really, was always good practice.

The vampires own movements are swift, faster perhaps then Az had anticipated and yet, as always, slower than himself in their entirety, one foot slammed squarely into his shin as he mutters a curse of some sort, rapid healing already coming into affect to wipe away any pain such a thing may have caused, reaching to snatch the other man by the shirt once more and send him flying into some nearby wine barrels when the very distinct scent of....smoke becomes apparent. For a moment the golden eyed man merely pauses, eyes drifting to the younger boy, searching for some sort of magically created fireball and yet such a power is truly rare among the undead, this snivelling little idiot surely not in possession of such a thing. No. The...bar was....on fire?

"Oh shut up, you're not even old enough to order a drink- you are a baby, what are you ten? Now for fucks sake stop blabbering at me, I think...."

The sudden slam and lock of the thick, heavy, wooden cellar door and the panicked screaming from outside, along with the smoke rapidly begging to seep beneath sees the normally apathetic Hunter's eyes widen slightly, his annoyance with the child vampire forgotten. If Syn was on fire, as he truly believes it was and he is trapped in a wine cellar with a vampire he is rather inclined to feel it is only a matter of time before the alcohol they are both surrounded with decides to explode. How...agitating. For a moment he merely pauses, muttering under his breath as he does before reaching around behind himself, beginning to rapidly assemble something that looks rather a lot....like a hunting bow.

"You know, you could be coming up with an escape plan right about now because if mine doesn't work were both going to meet in hell. Any bright ideas Baby Boy? No? Didn't think so. Now I need something made of.......I need your shirt and no I am not fucking joking, give me your shirt or we can both die."

Unless blondy had a better plan Azrael was entirely inclined to get himself out the only way he knew how and if that meant sacrificing a vampires shirt then so be it, his own clothing almost entirely leather based and not nearly as flammable as the vampires own.

"Anytime, don't worry, I'm sure the fire is slowing down."

Sarcasm is always enjoyable and yet really if the vampire didn't hurry the hell up they were both going to burn. Truly he could only hope his plan was as eximious as he believed



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