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
over the last crumbling mountain
Posted on June 29, 2024 by AISLINN
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning
The forests of Sacrosanct were vast in comparison to the dingy trees that dotted the Mongolian plains. Here the foliage blossomed to life outside of the metropolis, spiraling into a oppressive thicket of pine trees and evergreens the deeper up the steady, gradual slope of the distant mountains she went. Oh, the years she could spend lost in the wild of the Northwest - a place Aislinn had never thought might coax her like the English days of old. She was learning every intricate detail of her new domain, and here the wildlife quickly accepted her as their Queen. She rescued bears from iron teeth traps, led deer across expanses of dark asphalt, and guided raccoons back from the terrifying city streets, and they hailed her like royalty for it. Tonight, however, it was their fearful chattering that had captured the ethereal mare's attention. The whispered word of 'predator' was hardly new - after all, cougars were not a stranger to these parts. This wildcat, the woods murmured, did not belong. It was out of place. It intrigued her. Who had dared to trespass in her domain?
A soft puff of air left her nostrils as she moved closer towards the rustling bush the rabbits ran from and the squirrels watched with palpable anxiety. Even the owls overhead hooted softly in warning before falling to a wide-eyed silence. Her head falls slowly towards the ground, her stark white locks cascading in delicate curls around her long nape as she fearlessly pushed her head into the bush, parting the leaves with a soft rustling only to spot a tawny and black bespeckled cat. For a single moment, the pair seemed to stare at one another - Aislinn entirely certain that this feline was no ordinary displaced jaguar. The creature in front of her hissed softly, as if attempting to threaten the unicorn! How dare it! A distinctly unimpressed huff left her nostrils as she pulled her head back, drawing up to her full height with little fear of what instincts she should have, were she any other mere animal of prey. Rather, Aislinn's ears flicked at that single muttered word, awe so clearly stealing all other more...eloquent vocalizations from the cat's vocabulary - as it should.
Look and see her how she sparkles
it's the last unicorn
