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 June 02, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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What was it....doing?

For several moments the younger man rested atop the warehouse roof several feet above and across the street, crouching easily in the light and falling rain that was only just beginning to threaten to dampen his dark jacket far more then he desired and yet, for now at least, he simply continued to watch. It was rare to find another Were on this side of town, at least, one neither feline nor bowing in allegiance to Tetradore and Tobias whose Were-fighting ring seemed to attract so many of the more animalistic within the city. For a moment Frost allowed his attention to waver as his point of interest took shelter beneath an alcove below, his own gaze drifting to the ship docked within the distance, the infamous Ark and hiding hole of the Kings in the West, his own lip quirking slightly as some vein of amusement seemed to pass the forefront of his mind. It was a shame, really, that he had been forced to make his presence known to the other pack so soon and yet- someone had to teach the little mongrel bitch some manners in an Alpha's presence. It was merely unfortunate she had belonged to another pack and his form of discipline had so seemed to unsettle their little utopia. Shame. The movements of this new Were saw the lithe young man refocus his attention once more, watching as the creature, whom smelt like some sort of dog, seemed to fuss over the remanets of a map.

The scent of canine, of predator, momentarily resulted in a snort of sorts- handsome features creasing in slight disdain. Did every Were in this godforsaken city have to be a predator? Feline or canine? Such foolish things, predators, yet their usefulness to himself truly couldn't be denied- although how valuable this one was remained to be seen, Frost holding no interest in those to weak to be of....service. Perhaps this one should be tested. He rises at last from his crouching position to stride smoothly across the top of the roof, vaulting easily into the alleyway beside it, black boots scuffing briefly against the cracked and fractured concrete that so made up this ditheringly pathetic side of town. That fine mist of rain is shaken from his hair as he moves to step abruptly from the alleyway and into the path of this evidently lost little puppy.

This new position provides are clearer view of the other man, the lost fellow older then he had first appeared and yet age mattered very little in the grand scheme of things, his features wholly dark as opposed to the startling lightness of Frost's own. He sees no need to hide his evident observation, his own strangely hued violet eyes mostly obscured beneath those wondrous, thick locks of shockingly snowy hair as they travel loosely along the length of the other man before at last meeting his gaze.

"Lost are we?"

The barest hint of a smirk seems to tease threateningly at the corner of lips before it seems to fade, those smooth, frosted lyrics silenced a moment later as the ever-calm, often indifferent individual strode suddenly forward once more to erode whatever distance had remained between himself and his newfound companion. His stride is dominant, confident, the steel chain about his neck briefly catching the light before he moved to lean suddenly against a nearby street lamp, arms crossing effortlessly over his young, toned form, head nodding in the direction the older man seemed to be going.

"You're about ten strides from pack territory if you keep travelling this way. See that boat in the distance? That is...home base, if you will, for a feline pack that does not take particularly well to intruders. They're a little tense right now, not that you can blame them, someone beat the living daylights out of the only canine in their pack and the Alpha and his little Second are a little....twitchy at the moment."

His voice remains unemotional, smooth, wholly unaffected by the information he offers as if they discuss no more then the state of the weather, Frost a strangely...unfeeling creature or so it would seem before he nods it yet another direction, towards the north now.

"I also don't recommend that way, not tonight. There is more than one Hunter patrolling the North end. Which leaves you with the East side of town and the bar scene- or the parks and forests of the South, my own personal little piece of territory, though I might be persuaded to share. So- where are going then?"

One violet eye lifted somewhere beneath that forelock of white hair, eyeing the man once more in clear anticipation of a response as he continued to recline back against the lamp post with an almost callous ease. Maybe this Were would surprise him yet- and be worth more then a passing conversation.


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