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

we'll last forever, or go down in flames (Davante)


Posted on December 15, 2014 by Alekai Evero
West
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He has lost count entirely of how many times he has taken part in this ridiculous charade, one hand reaching up to snatch at the top of the chain link fence, hauling himself over with ease, knees bent as he landed to take the shock of the impact before the athletic blonde broke into a sprint once more, tearing down the alleyway in pursuit of his latest victim in a flurry of speed. This particular victim however, is one he has spent the past 15 years chasing and one he has never yet truly been able to catch- the man only continuing to pursue the Leopard to appease the council, the cats ability to predict movement making him, if anything, a worthy adversary. The blade within his hand twisted easily, the hunter launching himself upward and atop the nearest stack of crates, propelling the hunting knife towards the fleeing cat, only to have the feline dive behind yet another corner.

"Fuck."

Azrael simply starts forward again, catching the guttering of the nearest warehouse and pulling himself up and onto the roof. If the cat wanted to run though this maze of alleyways- then let him, he was a far easier target from above, another rush of speed seeing the Hunter leap from roof to roof, feet near soundless atop the steel rooves, the man moving far too fast to truly allow his feet to impact upon them, golden eyes flashing downwards into each alleyway he passed, searching for any sign of Tobias. The flash of a tan and black tail disappearing into the window of a nearby warehouse however rapidly sees a smirk of sorts lace the often apathetic mans features, throwing knife tucked back into the folds of his jacket as he moved to wander rather nonchalantly forward now, stepping onto the roof of the warehouse in question- pausing above the window. That Tobias could very well be waiting just inside is a thought that readily permeates within his mind, the Hunter waiting several more moments still, aware that the Leopard was hardly a patient creature and more likely then not incapable of remaining hidden for long. When no sudden attack occurs however, Azreal simply proceeds to grasp the guttering once more, dropping down to swing through the window- landing within what appeared to be a store room of some kind- one filled entirely with...artefacts that looked as if they had been stolen from a museum. They probably were, it would hardly surprise him in this area of town. A sudden falling, large carved wooden statue of what appeared to be some sort of man however, prompted a far more sudden response from the Hunter, sword drawn suddenly from the sheath at his back, tendrils of light curling around it as the silver blade slices sideways- beheading the rather hideous stature in the same moment as he simply moves to sidestep what he had perceived to be some sort of attacking creature- features contorted into a frown now.

It was, quite possibly, the ugliest carving he had ever seen, the body looking substantially better without it's near demonic head, the man reaching down to lift it up as a slither of light and a sudden click announced the storeroom door being pushed upon, a distinctly leopard sized shape sliding through it as Azrael merely turns to storm after it, exploding through the door- only to appear behind a counter of sorts, the women waiting so patiently upon the other side proceeding to scream as if he had sliced off her very arm before fleeing for the exit- the sight of the blonde Hunter with sword in one hand and severed head in the other evidently far more then she had been willing to take. Well- that was one less woman to repel from himself today, golden eyes slicing suddenly sideways to land upon the warlock he knew all to well- eyes narrowing in decided agitation.

"Your gargoyle attacked me- it was self-defence."

He merely proceeds to toss the wooden head towards him, lifting the sword to sheath it once more before eying the Leopard that had proceeded to wrap itself around Davante's limbs like a fucking snake.

"Don't think he'll protect you kitty."

It is little more than a mutter beneath his breath, Tobias proceeding to hiss in return before slinking off into the deeper confines of the store, the decor of which- the Hunter has now only truly begun to notice, eyes rapidly scanning Davante's business before returning his attention to his much disliked adversary. Today however, he is hardly willing to engage the warlock again, especially not within a room filled with natural materials and objects surely riddled with magic to the point they were diseased.

"Is this your only job? Your parents must be so proud."




Alekai Azrael Evero
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