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
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
ice, ice baby
Posted on March 23, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Prayers rarely are ever answered by the ones you expect. It was a rather dismal evening by all regards, the threat of rain having driven the equine from the South side truly sooner than he had would have liked and yet soaked clothing was merely another hindrance he had no desire to entertain this evening. His steps were slow, easy, shoes scuffing at the pavement- the sound echoing throughout the vastly empty west side as the snowy haired man moved to wander along the very border of the Nightshade pack itself, neither crossing over it nor observing it entirely, content enough to tread the thin line that existed between pack territory and what remained so far unclaimed. Claire, he was assured, remained home in bed, Frost having taken the time to leave a note for the girl least she wake up to find him gone and get herself lost in an endeavour to find him once more- naive thing that she was. Searching for her yet another task the stoic individual had no desire to partake of tonight. The barest beginnings of a light rain brought a muttered curse to the mans lips before hands folded into the pockets of his jacket, an unnecessary piece of clothing and yet he had learned as a child it was better to dress as others did if only to further disguise his own talents. The sound of running feet and rapid breathing momentarily saw the violet-eyed man pause within the shadows of the warehouses, form obscured by the darkness that surrounded, watching beneath lashings of strange, white hair as the slender girl hurried past and into the nearest warehouse- a man with a bow mere moments behind her as the passing breeze offered the war horse a taste of the scents of those before him. The man was a relatively unknown individual, a Hunter and yet not one Frost was given to spend his time amongst- the scent of the woman however was far more familiar, lip slinking slightly upward in a passing simper at the scent of Alexis- the little vixen whom seemed so very determined to continue to oppose him. Hmm, maybe it would be amusing to watch her get skewered, after all- if she was determined to oppose him- she was therefore meaningless and he saw no need to interfere in nature's plan. It is the irony of the situation perhaps, that so seems to move the often apathetic man's features into what may well have been some fragment of amusement. He had warned her within the forest that she would hardly survive well alone, even so generously having invited her to come along with Claire and himself and yet she had been so very determined to spite him- and how well had such a thing turned out? Her death at the hands of a Hunter while he merely looked on would surely prove to be nothing short of entertaining. It is with a continued lack of apathy that the equine merely moves to stride across the street, feet silent upon the broken wood and fractured steel of the collapsed door as he moved to step within the warehouse laden with barrels upon barrels of something that reeked of seafood and stung at his overly sensitive sense of smell. From his position within the doorway the violet of his gaze easily found the woman crouching within the corner, form shaking with the fear that leaked from her pores as the Hunter came only closer and closer still, arrow notched within his bow as he moved to take aim- Frost allowing his arms to fold across his chest, leaning against the frame of the door in the silence with which he did so many things, merely content to watch the slaughter unfold and leave well before the Hunter's attention should turn to himself. After all, not every Hunter could be trusted to observe the laws that prevented the euthanasia of War Horses in service to the Council. One hand raised absentmindedly, flicking aside a lock of snowy hair, violet eyes aglow within the faint gloom of the warehouse as the Hunter continued to taunt his victim. Were not Foxes supposed to be intelligent creatures? Masters of escape and silence? Perhaps, as so many predators, this one had merely been overrated along with them, Alexis seeming to lack any true killer instinct. Top of the food chain his ass. It is merely unfortunate that his own presence seems to have become noticed, the Hunter's evident sense of smell seeming to have alerted him to the young equine whom resided against the door, violet gaze narrowing as the notched arrow was turned towards him. He has seen arrows- far too many then someone so young surely should have, his own demise hardly the entertainment he had come for tonight. He had however, come to see a little blood and blood he would have. It takes little more than the flick of his hand to seize the Hunter within the grasps of his power, the unfortunate man's eyes rolling back into his skull, body dropping mere second later into fit of spasms and violent convulsions upon the floor as Frost merely moved to stride past him, leaving the fitting Hunter upon the floor for now, stepping around the barrels to stand before the cowering vixen. "Are you really that fucking weak? Were you truly going to cower here and let him shoot you, Alexis?" The words are softly spoken and yet underpinned with an ice designed entirely to set chips of frost beneath her skin with the venom that laced them, leaving no doubt as to his opinion of the woman before him despite the greeting he offered. "Það er betra að deyja á fætur en lifa á hnén. It means it is better to die on your feet then live on your knees. Let me show you." The smooth, cool lyrics of his native tongue run effortlessly from his lips, what is visible of his violet gaze resting upon the woman still. She was a pretty thing, truly, yet her lack of spine was an entirely disappointing thing. It made her weak and little else- even the woman within his own herd holding more fire then this. Perhaps she merely needed a little push, perhaps she never had anyone actually attempt to teach her about the very law of nature itself, a grin hardly pleasant seeming to ease its way onto his features, one hand suddenly extend towards her. "Come here- I'm not asking." His words are a command, not a request, each word laced with the domination only an Alpha truly possesses, the girl having little option save for attempting to go through the wall behind her, boxed in on either side by towers of barrels and the man before her- or taking the offered hand, the man hauling her up and onto her feet before releasing his grip upon her before the still convulsing Hunter upon the warehouse floor. "What I did to Raven was merely one facet of my power, it was a sedation of sorts through cold- but I have another ability, pleasant, isn't it?" He merely gestures loosely to the man before them, cries seeming to have died into little more than whimpers of sorts, body no doubt exhausted from fighting the convulsions that continue to rack his body. "Did you know that heating the brain by even one degree can cause spasms to the body? Interesting, isn't it? Heating it by two or three will result in near instant haemorrhage and death. In other words it takes me less than three seconds to kill someone with heat- a little longer with ice but I'm patient. There are so many other things I can do though, things I should do, after all- he tried to kill you, a superior species to himself and I think that's a crime. Have you ever seen someone roast from the inside out, hmm?" It is another flick of his hand that sets the man screaming, skin beginning to swell and blister, bursting and weeping upon his arms as he is very near fried from the inside out, sweat pouring from his burning frame as Frost merely moved to bend down before him, picking up the Hunter's bow and arrow, handing them abruptly to Alexis before suddenly ceasing his own power, the Hunter collapsing into a sobbing heap of incoherent babble in this break from his torture. "First I save you from a rabid wolf and now I save you from a Hunter and still you don't seem taken with my proposal to join my pack, it's almost as if you don't like me." His lip merely quirks upward once more, a slow circle turned about the little vixen before pausing beside her once more. "If you don't feel like you need any protection then prove it Little Vixen, finish him off. He was about to kill you, why offer him anything less? Take that bow and that arrow and kill him- or I'll do it my way." Life was hard, life was cruel- clearly no one had taught this little fox how to actually survive. It might as well be him and really, it was a little amusing to watch her tremble..... |
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- tsunami - By Alexis Wilde on March 23, 2015 at 6:11 PM
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- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on March 27, 2015 at 5:19 AM