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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on March 23, 2015 by Damon
West


The first thing I notice in the lamp light is her delicate face, usually so innocent and pale but now it's alight with color around her eyes and lips. My eyes travel over her face hungrily, a dark wanting sensation flickering in my eyes before I bring myself back to my senses and run a hand through my hair as I clear my throat.

"Wow, Isolt....you look lovely."

And it doesn't just stop at her face. She's picked out clothes that bring out the beauty of her body in all its glory and I just can't get enough. She wraps her fingers around my arm as I lead her down the sidewalk, her look bringing a smirk to my lips as she calls me a good sir. When I ask after her week, she admits that she met a witch who didn't mind her species and I give her a genuine smile.

"I'm glad."

As she turns to me in curiosity, I tilt my head, listening as she asks what I've been up to. My lips turn up in a sly smirk, eyes twinkling.

"Now, what would be the fun in that?"

I let my features soften some, knowing she'll want a better answer than that so I shrug lightly.

"I spent most of the week catching up on paperwork at the pub. The rest of the week, I helped out the new bartender and learned maybe a little too much about her fetishes with her nanny."

I raise a brow, leaving her imagination to figure that one out.

"Met some nice clients and even gave a faerie a discount for being extra polite to the waitress. I think it's only cause he thought she was pretty but none the less, he went out of his way to thank her and even gave her a good tip at the end of the night. If he keeps coming back, I might get some waitresses trained the right way."

I roll my eyes as if frustrated but I'm sure she can see the humor in my eyes. The waitresses are decent enough but I think sometimes they get distracted by the male species and forget that they have tables to wait on. Yumi is probably one of the best I have since her shy nature keeps her avoiding the more flirtacious clientele. I see the doors to the bar up ahead and I stop to open it for her, holding my arm up to let her in first. I give her a reassuring smile just in case she's not impressed by the place. I know it doesn't look like much but I checked it out before deciding to bring her here. I lead her to a table near the back, watching the staff until I find the guy I want. I lift a finger to signal him over and lean in toward Isolt as he approaches.

"I have a surprise for you tonight. Trust me?"

I raise my brows as I wait for her response before turning to the waitor by our table. I look up at him.

"I called earlier about the special for tonight. I'd like two glasses please."

The man takes a moment to think before his eyes widen and he nods. "Yes, sir, right away." With that, he turns on his heels and disappears behind the bar. I watch him go, my lips curling into a smirk as I turn back to her.

"It took me forever to find a place that served it so I hope you appreciate the lengths I went to. I promise you, there's nothing like it."

Sure that the suspense is getting to her, I offer her a smile, turning my head just as the waitor approaches with two glasses that could have been wine but I can smell the magical essence of it from here and I raise a brow at Isolt, wondering if she can smell the difference too. As the man sets the glasses down, I thank him and he wanders off. Lifting my glass, I look at her.

"To the gift of a faerie."

My smirk widens, waiting for her to raise her glass to mine. Let the fun begin. I know I won't stop at just one glass.

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