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'm more alive than i've ever been


Posted on March 22, 2015 by ISOLT GRIFFIN
West

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It is a hardship to discern the truth of why Isolt continues to neglect Damon an invitation into her abode. Truly it should have been a non-issue, a presumed natural progression of their companionship, and so it is unclear why she harbors some fear for him to see this little bit deeper into her life for surely she has allowed him access to nearly every other portion of herself. But this, it would seem, is somewhat of a "final frontier", a glimpse into the very core of the woman he professes to know with such self-assurance. Perhaps this denial is born of a presumption that to permit him into her home would be to willingly open herself to inquiries, to curiosities, to which she cannot bear to provide an answer. Her bedroom, the singular place within her home that was still solely her own, was a shrine to all that had been, a living momento to all that she had lost, all that had been pried from her clasping fingers. What if the pictures upon her bureau might compel him to inquire of Harley and her absence? What of her brother? Damon knew so very little of the life she had been living before she had fallen beneath the heft of Risque's unforgiving glares, as she knew so very little of his. He knew only this half of her, and Isolt feared that to willingly invite him into the life that had been before might serve only to break her further. So to might it be folly to allow him this particular portion of her present, the presence of Nadya and her infants surely to herald pressing questions... as would the masculine aromas of Tobias and Tetradore that clung to more than a few surfaces within her home. The latter, Isolt worries, may rile the agitation she knows Damon to possess, a thing she would never intentionally do for fear that it might disturb him. It is for these reasons that she has kept him away, regardless of the turmoil that this has perpetrated upon her conscience, out of some possibly-warped rationale that it is for the betterment of both of them.

And so she meanders the relatively short distance from her apartment to the meeting place that is quickly becoming their shared custom, a smile already blooming upon her lips even before the dusted glow of the lamp light glides so smoothly over her frame. Tonight, it would seem, the auburn-crowned vampire has chosen to venture beyond her physical norm: the pale blue of her eyes glimmers immaculately from beneath the beautiful arcs of her lashes, accented further by the artful smokiness of her eye shadow. The sensuous bow of her lips glistens a deep crimson set against the equally as ravishing gossamer curls that tumble over the shoulder of the top that glides so stunningly against the curves of her torso.

Graceful is she as she glides from the shadows, his comment tugging the simper wider against her cherried lips. Isolt merely wraps her fingers about his forearm, eyeing him with a faux-daring look that swiftly melts into the lightest humor. "Of course, good sir." A feminine chortle echoes from within as she gives in obediently to the trajectory he intends, a slight nodding of her head providing response to his questions. "I did, actually. There's this... witch that moved in a few buildings down from me, and she's very sweet. And she didn't seem to mind that I was a vampire, which was refreshing. It was good to have a girl to talk to again." Isolt turns to her companion then, genuine curiosity flickering within the azure depths of her eyes. "What about you? Have you been keeping out of trouble?"


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