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

I drank liquor and ate a lighter, and woke up breathing fire


Posted on October 29, 2014 by Emerence Hux
West
"I have the strength to do a lot of things," I emerge from my sheltered shell, aggravated by the she-wolf momentarily, "I don't want to do those things."

I dismiss her instantly after I speak, because I did not come to shed blood. I didn't come to spike feelings, and I certainly didn't come to point fingers at who exactly was the better species. Humans are monsters, I know this. I have watched my two skillful parents teach the art of combat, coach how to kill everything non-human. I was forced to participate in these lessons and master every skill. And to my parents disappointment, I never put my skill to work. We are monsters, we all are. Surely this woman hasn't been an angel. She looks as though she would kill for something that means something to her. Well, life means something to me. And if it is threatened, I will kill.

If this makes me a monster, then I don't know who isn't.

I had never witnessed anyone be killed, but I have lived near-death experiences vividly. My mother was killed by a rogue Vampire. My father committed suicide by walking to were-wolf territory and being shredded. I had been held at gun point by witches, been chased from were-creatures, and been hunted by vampires, vengeful. Hunters are awful, but we were created for a reason. To protect people. People who have nothing more than fingernails and voices. They are useless. And my parents fought to the death protecting the breed, I would too.

"Well, 'perhaps', one can consider being a hunter is no walk in the park either," I simply wave my hand in dismissal, the conversation now over with anyways. There was no need to linger on the irritation of this subject. We would never come to an agreement, or an understanding. It was one of the beautiful things of being different.

Racism never dies.

"My favorite way to.. Kill?" I knew they expected me to have experience.. To have perfected a certain way to end a life. I wasn't good at it. I cried. I have hardly had the opportunity to take lives, and if I do, I cry.. And I leave. I sulk for days and then I return to the scene of the crime where whatever was wounded had gained enough strength to run, and then I would feel better. I knew I had to put up a front, to show I was something for my parents. To show these creatures I wasn't one to be tempered with.

"Quick. I like them to die quickly... Painlessly. I am a silent hunter. They don't see what is coming," because this is how I envision my murders to eventually be. Easy. An assassin.

And what a fool I am, wanting a sword.

The man is next to speak, to which I watch carefully. He finds his way on opposite sides of the counter, revealing his voice, and I just carefully follow his eyes. He mentions the lack of threat, but it didn't take Einstein to find the hesitation and suspicion in the were-wolf's tongue. Threat or not, it would amount to be. And had she been the stone-cold blood killer her mother was, things would have happened differently.

"You think I am the threatening one?" I sort of scoff at his judgment. Since I had arrived things had become quite clear, crystal even, that you had to know someone. Everywhere I went, it seemed beneficial to have in an. Though, regardless, I wasn't the one to have tossed any threats. Though stealing a weapon and running seemed ideal..

"I kill in the dark. I kill quietly. And I kill quickly. Does this give you an idea?"






Emerence Hux


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