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

but i know where to start


Posted on October 11, 2014 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
West

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Perhaps it is a deeply fortuitous thing that, with the timely swishing of the tide a solemn backdrop in her ears, Isolt is reminded of how quickly it might come to change. How truly delicate and tentative the peace between two souls might actually prove itself to be. Her words had certainly not been meant to incite the vengeful ire that stoked to life within him; they had never been intended to lecture or to condescend nor had she ever intended to make light of the unimaginable suffering he had endured. Isolt had only ever meant to provide the kindly nudge upwards that she, herself, so desperately required in order to ascend from the dregs of the depressive darkness that her soul had been drug to. And yet, for all their intended kindness, as the words are swept into the ether of what cannot be unsaid, he meets her with the full weight of his ferocity in a single stare.

For a moment suspended in time the young woman believes, expects, that he will strike her. It is a horrific homage to Isolt's time spent in Syn that a cringe rakes its way through the tightened coils of tissue to rattle her bones in the moment that he straightens to face her. So oft had she been forced into submission, as he had, that the auburn-haired woman must fight against the instinct that calls for her to wither, to be subverted. But she fights only for a moment. Delicate fingers curl around the sea shell in her hand, the brittle husk straining against the softness of her palm with even the relatively small amount of pressure she takes to it as her body straightens and turns to face him. Crystalline blue eyes flash with defiance that had so long been dormant, even in life a mere whisper within a soul dictated almost solely by passive compliance. The fledgling vampire battles against fangs that wish to descend, an instinctual reaction to the threat that his rigid stature suggests. She had meant him only kindness, and yet he would mean to spit it back in her face.

"Don't you dare act like you don't have blessings to be counted. However few they may be," she snarls, her features beautiful even as they are twisted and contorted into a scowl rarely before exhibited. Isolt stands then, drawing herself upwards with a dancer's grace as her eyes flicker from the brooding emerald-eyed man to the ship that breaks the horizon with the enormity of its shadow. "Congratulations," she hisses, the sentiment itself bereft the true congratulatory spirit with which it should have been inflected. The brittle sea shell drops from her unclenching fingers, landing with a plop into the now-vacant sandy nest next to him as she moves to depart in a flourish of gossamer fabric and fire-red curls.

A matter of paces into her retreat, the flame of indignant ire is snuffed by the impeding wave of exasperation that follows. It had always been tremulous, for truly Isolt's demeanor had never been one to support the manner of anger that she so needed in these moments... this axiom proving to be only one of many disappointments Risque had found in her progeny. A quaking sigh whispers from her lips as the flame-haired girl seeks to make her departure from this man she cannot understand, sparing him not even the briefest backwards glance.


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