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 can't tell where the journey will end


Posted on January 09, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
West

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It is difficult to say with any measure of certainty which individual's presence perturbs her more in the heady moments that come in the wake of the bouncer's shouted appeal. It is objectively and flawlessly apparent that both creatures would sooner deny her the right to go about living than to suffer her presence within this notorious Ark. The presence of a vampire clearly denoting a stain too dastardly, too filthy, to ever be allowed realization. The difference, it would seem, presents itself in the respective method of each... the tiger having clearly aligned herself with the idea that she possessed the right to extract any wayward souls from the cargo ship's piers regardless of their motive. Whereas he would much rather assign this particular task to one far more willing to forfeit their time to the matter.

Regardless, Isolt finds herself actively recoiling from the pair of them, the feline granting her solace in her attempts to proffer up some retaliation for the forwardness of the bouncer. The young vampire retreats a few steps more, all considerations of how she might finally quall the curiosity that burned so deeply within are all but completely obliterated. Fallen to the greater peril within which she may have very plausibly found herself, driven to the edge of the proverbial plank by her own misguided and oft foolish indulgences of these whims. A lesson that, it is evident, might never truly be learned.

Even the reprieve of the tiger's absence is tainted, destined to agonizing brevity, as the female Were returns to her side. The rough jolting of her frame calls to some deep-seated and primeval portion of Isolt that had always been suppressed into forceful solitude... some perilously infectious sapling grown from the seed that Risque had sown within her. For a moment, the barest of things suspended in time, Isolt battles the internal and frighteningly alluring urge to reveal her own set of savage cutlery for the intrusion... a calling that is, thankfully, eclipsed by the demureness of her nature. Instead, a frown pinches grotesquely at her delicate features, her lithe frame cringing from even this brief contact before, hesitantly, the youthful vampire turns in retreat.


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