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 25, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Fear the wolf, fear the tiger, fear the lion- it never was fear the horse and how wrong they were to have ever attempted to convince the snowy-haired man he was anything less because of his animal affliction. Perhaps had it not been for the very army of Hunters he had once more so recently agreed to re-join he would not be so very determined to overstep the barrier of prey and predator, if only to prove them wrong. They had desired a war horse, so he had become one, the very product of the manner in which he was raised and yet with no battles to fight it would seem the man is content to find his own, his very nature perhaps lacking in any true form of empathy or moral code. Yet he had long ago given up caring. He was as he was and relished within it entirely. Almost as much as some inner part of himself delighted in the fear that seemed to simmer within the girls eyes as she cowered behind those barrels. Had a plan did she? Her words earned little more then a shrug of the man's shoulder, Frost having become far more entertained with the shrieking Hunter before him, those tendrils of his power worming within each vein and nerve to boil the very blood that circulated within his frame. Because he can. Because it's easy and because he simply does not care. She is a strange girl, this Alexis, one he had picked early on for her weak will and lack of spine, her figure very near cringing before him now as she wrapped her arms about herself in a manner almost protective. It was pathetic really, the creature hardly worth his time and yet by this same measure she was easy- an easy victim for his boredom tonight. Maybe it is simply her submissive nature that so appeals to this darker side of himself, the way she cringes and cowers and looks at the world with such innocence that responds to that animal side of him the possess an innate need to dominate as any stallion and yet, perhaps he is merely sadistic by nature, her comment upon the pleasantness of his torture of the man bringing a bitter chuckle of sorts to his lips and nothing more as the bow and arrow are pressed into her hands. He is curious indeed as to how far this little vixen can be pushed, how much it takes before she either crumbles into a worthless heap else manages to push past her own fears. Every animal has a breaking point after all- others are merely more...concealed then some. If she truly was a predator then a killer had to exist, did it not? Why not see if it could be found? Why not see how much she could truly take? The manner in which she narrows her eyes is answer enough to his own more potent question before he simply gestures towards the now whimpering Hunter as if he gestures to little more than an insect upon the floor, one leg folding over the other as he leans against the nearest stack of barrels, watching the girl tremble as she notches the arrow. Hmm, perhaps there was a little bit of spine in their after all, violet eyes continuing to linger upon her beneath that forelock of white hair that forever hid his gaze from view, the whispered words she offered as if attempting a repose for the Hunter's soul earning no reaction from the often apathetic man before the thud of the arrow finding it's target saw those violet eyes slide sideways in a silent appreciation of the Hunter's demise. The words that very near drip from the vixen's lips in response to the lesson he had so graciously taught her tonight see his attention return to the girl herself. "You hate me? Is that really the best you have?" His own words are apathetic as always, devoid of emotion or care, as cool and smooth as the concrete floor beneath that has rapidly become soaked in the Hunter's blood as it pools about his body and the vixen turns to storm away. For a moment or so he is merely content to let her go, reaching down to yank the arrow from the body, wiping the bloodied head across his jeans, twisting it within the length of his fingers. For such an innocent little creature she had handled a bow well- perhaps there was a little fight in the girl yet. It is a shame really, she had been so neglected, her ability to understand the facts of life so unfortunately lacking. Just as she seemed to believe she didn't need a pack or Alpha to follow, just as she seemed to believe she would be rid of him so easily. His own strides are wider, longer, the woman easily caught, a single step bringing him directly before her once more- forcing her to stop lest she collide with him, the man doubting truly she had any desire to actually touch him, lip quirking slightly upward once more. "Oh come now Alexis, it wasn't that bad- don't you feel better? You've killed the man who was trying to kill you. Survival of the fittest, as they say." The chuckle that slips from beneath his lips is hardly a pleasant sound, bloodied arrow twisted about within his fingers still before the head is flicked suddenly towards the woman, the point lifted swiftly and smoothly to press against her throat. "You're a funny little creature, so very....weak in appearance and yet clearly you just need a little push to find your inner killer. Do you know how much better I could help you become? How much stronger? Don't move now, my hand might slip and that would be unfortunate." One finger simply tapped against the arrow shaft, ever so slightly increasing the pressure against the delicate point pressed at her throat before he simply moved to step abruptly away, turning a loose circle about the girl once more. "You really should consider submitting to me, I think it would be well within your benefits to join me after all and really- I might get tired of asking one day and I really would hate forcing you to your knees." How much fight did she truly have within her, hmm? How far could she really be pushed? One hand lifted smoothly, fingers trailing suddenly along her bare arm as he moved to circle back to her front, a single fingertip trailing along her jaw and to the tip of her chin, tilting her head upward slightly and towards him, letting an embrace of cold encircle her, each step, each touch- laced entirely with a dominance designed entirely to intimidate. "Your merely fortunate I'm patient, I can wait for you to make a decision, but if I have to wait too long I may just have to start seeing if any of your friends might like to feel as the Hunter did, maybe that spotted cat, or better yet that lovely little wolf whom you defended, Raven, isn't it? Maybe I could make you shoot her next. Your choice." He releases her suddenly, stepping back and away, offering her a clear path once more, lip pulling upward into a grin that held no real humour at all. "You can go now- unless you have anything else to say." |
Replies
- tsunami - By Alexis Wilde on March 25, 2015 at 4:59 PM
- ice, ice baby - By Rixon Leifsson on March 27, 2015 at 5:19 AM