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 27, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 Such a naive little thing- or so she pretends to be, cowering and flinching away from even the faintest taste of the dark as if she was far to pure and innocent to have ever even had a negative thought within her little brunette head. It was always the quiet ones whom were surprising, always the ones whom seemed so delicate and breakable that were often the most resistant in the end and yet- did that not make the game all the more interesting? She was a wild, untameable thing in her own way, a silent resistor and yet all the more better to break. His toys never did last long and yet Alexis was only further creating a game for the frosted stallion that lingered before her. It is simply within his nature to dominate, to possess, the unfortunate woman before him having become a mere pawn in the game he seems to desire to play, teasing so mercilessly with her confidence and delicate demeanour- if only for his own amusement, any true capacity for the creature to care about another seeming to have fled years ago- he was designed and bred for war, after all, making peace was not well ingrained within him. Her words saw that shadow of a smirk linger coolly upon his lips once more, little more then a soft exhalation of air emitted as she gestured towards the cooling body of the Hunter still lying within the warehouse. She felt dirty did she? Tainted? "So take a shower." It is nothing short of a callous reply, unfeeling and uncaring, displaying entirely how little value the man places upon either the vixen herself or the man she had slain upon his command, shoulders rolling loosely in a final act of contempt though those violet eyes remain upon her, goading entirely with every carefully placed word desired to bite against her flesh, her mind and her morale. She continues with her words, tossing them towards the lean, toned young equine as if she truly believes they matter and yet the tears that refuse to fall from her eyes merely seek that smirk sharpen a little. Was she truly that easy to break? Tears were little more than clear blood, dripping from wounds one simply could not see, her breaking point evidently near and yet Frost remains content to continue to push against her, to twist the metaphorical knife deeper and deeper still. There is more to her then she knows- then she believes, there is something somewhere beneath the surface of this innocent little girl whose true potential has been nothing but wasted beneath the façade of a pathetic little puppy worth nothing more than a swift kick and a half chewed bone. Did it because he could? Because he enjoyed it? "So what if I did? So what if I liked it? He would have liked killing you and guess-fucking-what- I'm not human." He words remain as calm and collected as always, frosted lyrics holding a bitter note of cold even within the evening air as the head of the arrow is placed so softly against her delicate white throat. She inhales sharply, her confidence shaking once more, held up as delicate as shards of ice as he loosely turns it against her creamy skin in a threat entirely real. She is alive only because she is a challenge, because she has value to him even if she refuses believe it or accept it, because she refuses to break like every other wild and untameable thing that has ever come before him and that fact alone assures him there is something for more valuable in this creature. Her following words are met with little more than a snort, the snowy-haired man having been called things far worse then 'coward' within his time, that sharpened arrow tip dragging defiantly along her throat as she very near spits her words at him. Does fear give you courage, little fox? "We'll see." It is more than just a statement, the words laced with a promise that he fully intended to see through. She was so close to the edge, so close to snapping and cracking beneath his fingers like snowflakes and oh how delightful that would be to watch her crumble- else try to resist. Why kill her when he could tear her apart piece by wretched piece just to prove himself right? She was just another thing to break and be broken- because he can and because her fear leaks off her in waves that drive him to desire to see only how much he can draw from her, to dominate her entirely, to show her the potential she is wasting. Oh the things she could be if she merely survived him. "I forced you to take a man's life, something you believed yourself incapable of until now- believe me, I can force you to your knees over and over again- though I usually only need teach the lesson once. I am merely giving you a choice, an option I will not provide forever- so consider it." One eye simply lifted, lost within that wealth of white hair that stuck out so starkly against the shadows that loomed about them as fingers traced along her skin, tilting her head upward and towards his own as she stiffens instinctively, the fear and revulsion she felt evident in every line of her frame and yet he hardly seems to care- relishing in the way she cringed and cowered, words digging deeper and deeper still, pushing her further with each uttered syllable. He has done this before, though surely she has already discovered such a thing, the man well practiced in this form of warfare, assured entirely of his own superiority in this regard. She has potential to be sure, a potential he is entirely sure he can unlock whether she desires it or not, she will either become useful- or she will die trying. Such a waste that would be. "Tell yourself whatever you want, whatever you need- but you know you liked killing him, some part of you liked it and that terrifies you- though it shouldn't. That is merely your learned weakness. Let me show you who you can be." These words are softer still, yet baited with that same frosted undercurrent as he steps back and away, the girl dismissed with a toss of his hand as if she is no more than an insect to be swatted aside to scurry back into the darkness. That she would turn back is...surprising. That moment of wariness that exists within his gaze is fleeting, hidden and concealed beneath that impenetrable forelock for snowy blonde hair, flickering briefly before her hand rests against his arm, façade indifferent, blank as always as cool eyes merely rest upon her as she presses closer still. His own head tilts ever so slightly downward in an instinctive response to her presence, her nose trailing against his own as she offers her own whispered words. It has been a long time since he has been challenged, truly challenged, her words given to send fingers of chill along his own spine until he very near shudders against her with the weight of the words she offers- a soft exhale given in response, one hand moving to capture her wrist, a grip like iron held suddenly upon her, holding her in place so dangerously close as that forelock shifts to offer the view of at least one exquisite violet eye- his eyes so truly rarely seen, his own voice little more then a whisper. "You have no idea what you are asking for and you have no idea what I am capable off-" His movement is sudden, smooth, lips pressed suddenly against her own, an injection of heat and cold forced into her system through this point of contact whether she desires it or not, her shield surely preventing any harm that may have been done in this stolen and feather-light.....kiss, lips pulled back upon the breath of a chuckle. "I could show you incredible things, things you don't even know you want- not yet, but you will. Do not push me, unless you are willing to go the whole way.......Remember my offer." If she desires to challenge him, threaten him- so be it. She will pay- one part of her soul at a time. He merely watches her flee, tongue brushing along his lip, as if merely committing that taste to memory before turning upon his heel to stroll back into the darkness from which he'd come. |