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

some say the world will end in fire


Posted on June 08, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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For a few moments at least those strange violet eyes continue to rest upon this newfound male before him, what little of his gaze can be seen beneath those thick snowy locks, trailing slowly along the form of the canine. He was a...reasonable specimen, he supposed and yet the mans physical appearance held little sway to Frost's mind, those sharp eyes far more inclined to watch the more subtle interactions of the creature. The very visible flinch at his first words was followed by the barest lift of a single eye in amusement. Nervous were we? Perhaps he was a more....wary Were, a new town and unfamiliar environment sure to unnerve even the most confident and for now Frost withholds any final judgement of the man's disposition. It is at least clear however- that this other fellow can recognise an Alpha male when he sees it. He allows his own form to relax ever so slightly, attempting to smooth the edge to his previously hard stance, a more subtle indication that he had no intention, at least in this moment, of bringing the man any harm. The way the other males hand tightens upon his duffle as if Frost truly has some indication to steal whatever useless belongings he has in there is at least momentarily amusing- his own clothing surely some indication that money was not entirely an issue, the equine hardly inclined to pilfer a street rat's bedding. A clever street rat at that. The man's words are unobtrusive, uncommitted, in fact they are entirely without judgement- more so a statement then an accusation and yet the probe behind them is hardly missed as Frost merely allows a ghost of a simper to pass his youthful features, arms remaining folded across his chest as he reclines upon the lamp post all the same, shoulder rolling in a shrug that bellied utter nonchalance.

"I have my suspicions."

His words are equally as bland, tone forever holding that singular, calm coldness that seemed to exude from the man all the same, his nature seemingly unflappable and perhaps to a certain extent it is, Frost very rarely ever given to allow his temper any true moment to shine beyond the single encounter with the wolf from the west. Two broken limbs, fractured ribs, lacerated sides and rather a horrific case of frostbite later and the equine had felt rather satisfied enough to calm down. Perhaps next time the little girl would remember to respect an Alpha when she saw one. Such a shame it had been though to show his hand so early and yet even his seemingly prolonged patience has a limit. Especially for those inclined to get in the way of something he wants. His early suspicions in regard to the temperament of the fellow before him are further concerned as his gaze briefly meets those violet eyes, the canine flinching away once more, his words betraying any façade of confidence. A submissive one then. Good. They were always far easier to deal with then the ones he is forced to beat this understanding into. It is almost refreshing, really, to meet one more inclined to self-preservation then so many seemed to be, one of a malleable nature whom was surely more inclined to break rather then bend. His words however, seemed to earn him the barest upward quirk of his lip once more.

"I think I could permit your presence awhile. I might even have somewhere for you to sleep unless you prefer the dirt of the park?"

One eye lifted once more, evidently expecting a response to his perceived act of....friendship towards this other man before his gaze was inclined to narrow slightly once more, a look of momentary curiosity seeming to reside upon those handsome, youthful features.

"Do you hunt or do you prefer a more human meal?"

Whether he is offering one or merely inquiring remains to be seen, smooth lyrics delivered with effortless ease as he continues to observe his newfound little toy- before the approach of another seems to seize his attention. A truer smile seeming to carve out a place upon his lips, hardly having to turn to know whom had just approached- surprising as it was.

"Calliel."

He offers her name by way of greeting all the same, attention still focused upon the canine before him as the human girl comes to take a place at his side. She would have made a nice little Were, hmm, perhaps she still could- one day. Such a pretty edition to his pack she would have made. If only her connection to Hunters was not nearly so strong as it was. The words of the other Were and his apparent reference to himself as an 'idiot' only further seeming to amuse Frost in this moment before he allowed his attention to deviate more fully to the girl- having well decided this other man might yet be worth something after all.

"What you are doing here, Engill, might well be the better question. What would your Uncle say if he knew you were wandering the streets of the west side, hmmm? Perhaps you should stay in my company then, it would be...unfortunate if something happened to you. As for him, as he said, we have only just met, I was merely informing him of the dangers of the pack territory that exists ahead. Felines are rarely inclined to offer canine's any....hospitality after all."

Yes, it is entirely from the goodness of his heart that he offers such things, the man so well known, after all, for acts of charity- when it suits him. Those violet eyes linger a moment longer upon Calliel, Frost inclined to find himself someone what....possessive of the girl- for far more reasons then one, though for now he offers none of the momentary affection he had displayed within her home upon their last meeting.

"I was just offering my companion here a meal and somewhere to sleep, though I'm willing to extend that invitation to the both of you. Unless of course, you would rather go back to your uncle and you would rather sleep beneath a bench in my park- your choice."

Only long leg moved to simply fold over the other, his pose so confidently relaxed as he does, gaze flicking briefly from one to the other as he offers them this choice- though for how long it would remain a choice cannot be said. His nature amicable tonight at least, not that either truly had anywhere else to go- and Claire would so enjoy some guests.



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