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

QUITE AN EXPERIENCE TO LIVE IN FEAR, ISN'T IT? [OPEN]


Posted on October 10, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
West
quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?
She screams. A terrible, silent keen, into the night. She's dreaming again. If you could call the horrible nightmares that plague her as anything less then what they were. She lays there, tangled in a mess of her own limbs -- thrashing and clawing. She wounds herself, her fingers lifting away pieces of her own skin. Bite marks cover her arms, bruises and scars, cover everywhere else. There's blood, it seeps from her wounds and into the sheets beneath her.

Ultimately, it is the scent of the blood that wakes her. That unmistakable coppery scent...like old pennies.

Her eyes slam open. A flicker of amethyst in the darkness. Her body is slick with sweat and blood...a normal occurrence. Regan watches, stretching and assessing the damage with each smooth roll of muscle and sinew.

In the back of her mind, Regan can still feel his teeth inside her neck. The stench of blood permeating her thoughts, both mentally and in reality. She shakes her head, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes. It's always, always the blood that wakes her.

Regan closes her eyes, focuses her Chi and begins to meditate. Slowly, the world slips away...and Regan slips inwards. Falling into herself and the abyss that lingers just inside. She can feel herself growing restless, like an itch just under the skin. She needed to shift.

With a groan, she heaves herself up from her bed and pads silently into the bathroom. Her hand reaches for the shower nozzle, turning the water to cold and she slips inside. The cold water at first is a shock to her heated skin and then it soothes the burning ache of her wounds. She stands beneath the spray for an indeterminate amount of time, until finally, she shuts off the water and wraps herself in a towel.

Blindly she reaches for some clothes hanging in her closet. A loose fitting hoodie and a baggy pair of jeans. She doesn't bother with anything else...she doesn't plan to be wearing them long.

Within moments she is outside her ramshackle apartment. Her bare feet stepping silently out into the darkness of the night.

She leaves the vicinity of her apartment complex and heads towards the ocean. The sound of the waves has always held a calming effect. The shadows were thick -- almost as if they were a living, breathing entity all their own. The branches overhead swayed and creaked, adding to the eerie ambiance of the night.

Regan takes a moment to slip into a bunch of overgrown bushes, shedding her clothes and her skin. When she emerges, she is darkness itself -- woven into the form of a tiger. Her eyes, amethyst, like before are the only give-away that the small slip of a girl and this glorious beast are one in the same.

The ocean breeze drifts across her heightened senses. Her lips peel back over her fangs, a silent chuff escaping her lips. Regan tunes into her other senses and with a flick of her tail, she melts back into the darkness. A silent predator of the night.


R E G A N


chi manipulation - single - 20 years - weretiger - played by megs
that's what it is to be a slave

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