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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on October 11, 2014 by Tobias
West
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Dark eyes shift away from the blazing flames to rest upon the woman beside him, head tilting slightly with evident curiosity as she too, moves to toss kindling to the fire, a satisfied purr rolling within the depths of his throat- this side of the female...attractive to the fractured male, lips brushing briefly against her neck, teeth grazing the side of the creamy flesh, evidently enjoying this form of destruction perhaps far more then he should before the sound of tyres seems to draw his attention. Dark eyes flicker rapidly towards the shadows and the hunters that cough and splutter free of the flames before the flashing white lights see his attention shift once more. For a moment those chocolate eyes simply linger upon the speeding lights, head tilting like a curious animal, oblivious entirely to the danger such a thing presents until the roaring of the engine becomes clear, spotted ears folding back atop his skull. He understands cars, at least to a certain extent, relishes the speed they provide and yet his road sense, perhaps, is seemingly lacking and he merely continues to stand before the decision is removed from him entirely, his lanky frame ensnared within the woman's powers once more as he is suddenly wrenched sideways. The bang and crunch of fur and bone is heard mere moments, the leopard scrambling onto his feet once more, the hunters near entirely forgotten as the rest of his human form melts away, replaced with the feline entirely as he slinks from the shadows and towards the woman's body. For a moment the cat simply lingers, as if entirely uncertain, the scent that leeches from her assuring him she lives still as a low, rumbling sound vibrates within his throat, attempting to stir the wolf into wakefulness.

Birdie? Why....are you....sleeping?

Compassion, it would seem, has never been his strongest forte, leopard features seeming to reflect a scowl as his head tilts once more, jaws parting to seize the scruff of her neck before beginning to haul the wolf backwards and into the shadows once more, amber eyes lifted briefly to rest upon the pair as little more then a hiss is offered by way of retribution- at least for now, the creature far to intent upon assuring his companion 'wakes up'. The crunch and shift of bone sees the wolf melt away mere moments later, leaving the leopard standing over the woman in this moment, tongue parting from his lips to lick roughly at her side, the boy ever assured that this alone is an acceptable method of wound treatment. The Hunters, for now, are seemingly forgotten despite the agitation the stirs within him at his loathing of seeing his possession harmed. She is his thing, for his use alone and having her injured is...displeasing to him as it is to any dominant male and guardian, his form continuing to remain above her own in some effort of further protection, assured the Hunters will take there leave and yet he continues to remain between them now. Perhaps Birdie is injured- yet, he is not, his powers entirely as capable as her own as those now golden eyes rest upon the hunter pair once more, violet his spat from his lips, coming forward once more, now within his feline form, each muscle rippling beneath his spotted pelt, seeking to drive them back, to chase them away though he seems unwill to wander to far from his fallen companion.


Claws scrap in warning against the concrete before he turns away, striding back towards the injured woman as she struggles to right herself, his own frame lingering close once more, the heady, metallic scent of blood so readily tasted upon the air though he ignores it for now, tongue returned now to her shoulder as she speaks before his own shift occurs a final time, leaving the man in place of the cat as he stands above her.

"Yes."



Tobi
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