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

ice, ice baby


Posted on May 02, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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((for anyone else who might be reading this the powerplay used here was fully discussed with Raven's player))


The outburst for the little vixen resulted in little more then the lift of a single eye somewhere beneath that wild white hair, lip quirking slightly upward in some vague display of amusement at the force she laced behind the sentence she spat towards him. Sickening was it? Hmm, he could have almost sworn some part of her had very near enjoyed her retribution over the man whom had sought to destroy her. Why must she be so fickle, so difficult? It hardly mattered he supposed, if she wouldn't break easy, she'd break hard and it was hardly any concern to himself how much damage she sort to do to her own moral compass in the process. She had value and whether she desired it or not, believed it or not the stallion held every intention of possessing her and keeping her entirely to himself. She simply needed a little training, a little guidance in the right direction. It was merely by unfortunate luck that the wolf remained present, touching really, to see them huddled together in that fashion and yet senseless comfort and meaningless affection was hardly beneficial to Alexis' progress- her relationship with the wolf was a weakness, an exploitable weakness he had already warned her against upon their last meeting. His words find her all the same, cool, quiet lyrics slipped from between his lips in a tone almost dry and entirely unemotional- the girls distress failing to move him. Let her feel fear and anguish, the world would only show them to her sooner or later and she could either let it bring her to tears or she could indulge him in the lessons he offers if only she will take up his offer to join himself and Claire.

Alexis command to Raven only seems to please the white creature further- for all the strength Alexis seemed so determined to display before him she feared enough to respect his power at least, to plea with the wolf to leave and surely if the ridiculous canine was sensible she would take her leave and allow him to continue with business that include only Alexis and himself before he finds his voice once more, each word laced with command, with a 'pull' of sorts- one Claire had been utterly unable to resist and yet one Alexis still seems so determined to fight as a sigh is drawn softly from his towering, muscular animal form as the vixen springs to her paws, limbs shaking beneath her in a manner utterly displeasing. Perhaps she needed far more work than she was worth and yet- it is rare indeed for the horse not to finish what he has begun.

Why must you be so difficult, Alexis? I've been nothing but fair to you and you seem determined to oppose me, to test my patience. I warned you of what would become of your continued disobedience- did you really believe I was lying? Did you think I wouldn't follow through? So be it, little vixen, but all that occurs is because of you- remember that.

It is easy, so dangerously easy to prey upon those whom cling to even a scrap of moral fibre. To punishment the girl herself with hooves and teeth would be fitting perhaps and yet so many years upon the battlefield, so many years at the mercy of others himself has taught him simply that most value others before themselves- that it would bring her significantly more grief to watch those she cared for screaming in pain then it would herself, the smirk that laces those equine features far from pleasant until the wolf chose to step forward, violet gaze lifted beneath that thickened forelock to focus his attention upon her now as she so foolishly placed herself between him and the vixen. White gold ears pricked forward atop his skull, a look so seemingly innocent from a creature so many perceive as little more then prey, her words met with little more then a snort.

I don't see your so-called Alpha running to your aid, if this is his land then let him defend it. He is a rather absent fellow from what I am led to believe. Maybe you can help me get his attention.

What exactly such a phrase means he sees no need to explain, Frost holding truly little care for this 'Tetradore' he has been told of. Perhaps the man was someone within the walls of his little boat, but outside of them he meant nothing to the stallion. His inability to control his mouthy little wolf spoke only of a lack of discipline, thoughts of this 'other' Alpha tossed easily from his mind, Frost holding truly little care for a man he has never met no been given any reason to fear- Alexander alone, perhaps, the single being he had held some....respect for and yet in his absence such caution is easily tossed aside. What are friends for? Oh how truly sickeningly touching.

How very endearing, tell me Alexis, your friend is willing to stand by you- are you willing to let her die because of your choices, hmm? Such a good friend you are

A throaty chuckle rumbles somewhere within that deep, board chest, wind and rain teasing at that lengthy mane as it slaps against his arched neck, twisting Raven's words so readily back upon her like sharpened points to drive only more deeply into Alexis. The wolf was nothing, useless, meaningless- her life was easily sacrificed if need be. She would hardly be the first he had destroyed. The teeth that slip from behind her lips to bare towards him are met with the lashing of his tail, her dominant stance grating entirely against him now before his form is suddenly swung violently sideways and out of his control- crashing solidly against the side of the alleyway as hooves strike sharply at the concrete to return his balance to him, shoulder already blossoming a bruise from the impact as ears lace suddenly back against his skull.

Litill tik.

The words are little more then a hiss between his teeth, his native language rolling so smoothly from between his lips. If the little wolf so wanted a fight, then let her have it, bruised shoulder ignored as the stallion rears suddenly backwards, dancing upon his hind legs with a roar of indignation as they too lift from the earth in courbette of sorts- the movement of the war horse, a symbol of what is surely to follow as hind hooves land back against the earth and the stallion lunges suddenly forward in a clear and powerful charge, the sheer weight of his animal form shaking the ground beneath as hooves strike against the stone like thunder, barely two strides slicing apart the distance between the wolf and himself. He has fought more then one wolf, he knows the workings of their minds and the movement of their bodies in battle- his charge so seemingly reckless and aimed entirely towards her, knowing full well her reaction will be to be lunge forward and at him, to aim for his own lowered head to grasp upon that soft and sensitive muzzle or his vulnerable forelimbs. Wolves are predictable things and he has seen war before. He waits, each muscle rippling beneath that blonde hide, waits until her own form lunges forward before both forefeet lift in a violent and viper like strike, slashing suddenly downward to catch her mid-leap, to collide one, if not both, hooves against her in a crushing blow as he slams her back and into the ground, bruising or breaking her hardly cares.

His head lifts, hind hooves carried easily over her without strike before he pivots, head swung wildly to assist in the turn that follows as he lunges back and towards the winded, if not broken wolf upon the earth, jaws parted to reveal his own set of teeth as he reaches for her scruff. She is lifted so easily from the earth, 1600 pounds of muscles hauling her upward before tossing her like a ragdoll into the side of the alleyway as she had sort to do to him only moments before, revenge for his bruised shoulder and side as he release her against the wall- leaving her to tumble into a bruised and battered pile as nostrils flare- the stallion standing over her for barely a moment now.

Stay down, little wolf

He simply snorts, turning away, turning his back upon the ridiculous creature as hooves slam against the cracked concrete beneath him once more as he stands again before Alexis, lips pulled upward into a smirk once more- a look that holds no humour nor kindness- he simply does not care to offer compassion today.

Should I keep going, Alexis, or have you changed your mind about joining me, hmm?



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