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

didn't you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?


Posted on June 17, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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((Yes Frost hijacked Tobi's turn, it made more sense at the moment for Frost to react to Tet before Tobi went soooo Tobi's post will follow this shortly.))



"Now, now Alexis, that's impolite."

It is the last comment he sees fit to offer the vixen he had tormented for the evening before focusing his attention wholly upon the ebony panther. Each word he offers is the equivalent of a pointed spike tossed so callously at his opponent in an effort to find a weak point, a wound still festering, a bruise or soul deep injury to be exploited and so easily pulled apart. Not all warfare is physical after all, the equine as entirely adapt in this area as he was in the ways of battle, of formations and banners, flags and colours and strategies and marches that went for days and ended among hails of weapon fire, screams and mud. There was always mud on fields used for battle. He is used to groups, numbers, charges and shouting and yet perhaps- for all he had been trained to do, he had taken more after the man before him. After all- he had been such a bane to the Hunters he fought beside because he refused orders, refused to stay in formation- was content to fight his own battles or not fight at all- his own method of fighting something of a combination of the two it would seem. Although in this moment he would not particularly have minded his comrades at his side. He hardly fears the cat, no, an army simply would have resulted in a swifter kill then whatever switchblade and dark alley dirty fighting this cat so seemed to want to employ. So be it then.

He was more resilient then many, the words Frost offered seeming to do little more than spur Tetradore onward in his quest, the impending death of Raven ricocheting from that ebony heart like a sword blow from a shield- denting it maybe, but hardly breaking through. The panther's evident apathy however sees little more than one violet eye incline upwards beneath that fringe of white hair- not truly surprised perhaps. After all, Raven was a pawn on her leaders metaphorical chessboard, a low ranking member, fodder, disposable- worth little more then the cost to feed her surely and as such her untimely end surely meant very little. He had suspected as much, lip quirking upwards ever so slightly at the callousness of the other man before him. Everyone had a breaking point however, the panthers merely more concealed, more cleverly guarded yet the equine is content enough to continue to poke and tease at that armour- one day, somehow, he would tease a little blood from one of those wounds. He merely had to be...patient.

"Then let her die, I hardly care- though I wonder if it would matter more if it was your sister. Nadya is such a pretty thing after all. I think I'd enjoy her a little more then I did your wolf- or what about your spotted friend, hmm? Maybe you should keep them close to you for a while, I imagine it would be rather more painful for you to watch your leopard die- he thinks the world of you, after all."

His words remain entirely calm, smooth, cool lyrics offered towards the approaching panther with callous ease, the crowbar within his hand ceasing to twirl now as his fingers find a better grip and those sharp words cease. He continues to watch, merely searching for any nerve he may have trodden on, anything to be exploited upon- after all, there is more than one type of cruelty within the pony- though for now the panthers determination to reach the shadows has become his focus- the crowbar within his hand suddenly hurled towards the black cat with entirely enough force to damage him should he not be swift enough in his teleportation. Tetradore's sudden disappearance earns a hiss of sorts from the younger man, muttering sharply beneath his breath as each muscle suddenly grows tense in anticipation. He is not used to cats, has fought very few of them- the heavy, clawed felines far more of a threat to him then any wolf has ever been. Felines...fight differently, the man unfamiliar to a certain extent and yet some facets remain the same. He is unwilling to offer his equine form to such an animal and yet it is vastly superior in strength to his human body, mind seeming to dance upon this decision for barely moment before that fire seizes his spine and body- an explosion of fur and hair seeming to follow a mere moment later. He feels those knife like claws in almost the same moment as feet become hooves- pain lancing violently though the back of his upper leg, the place that would have been his thigh in human form. Fucking bastard.

His own response is near instantaneous however, weight thrown forward upon forelimbs to releases both hind legs in a violent and sudden double-barrelled kick aimed to fracture the skull of the panther else render it airborne to collide with the ark. He does not possess the sharp claws of a predator- a sledgehammer upon each foot however surely holds its own merits. Hind hooves lash violent backward again should the panther have been foolish enough to try another assault so soon before the warhorse lunges forward, heels thrown up in a buck of sorts to prevent the cat from lunging upon his back as he manages to move forward several strides and away from the shadows and the cat who resides within them. He canters forward, pivoting in place to face the feline once more- away from the shadows or the Ark now, further upon the dock- attempting to draw the cat away from his precious cover. His leg stings in violent protest, blood running freely down it, weight placed upon his other limbs now in an effort to better spare it until needed as ears lace back against his skull, buried now within that thick white mane. Had he known this other Alpha was going to prove so agitating he may well have seen fit to braid his own mane and clear it from his eyes- for now however, such things are inconsequential. He wanted to play with powers did he?

One giant feathered hoof extends forward, pawing at the dock, striking at that worn and wet wood before his head swings, 1600lbs of stallion launched upward in a rear- his own version of a roar released before those hooves slam back to the earth- it is a clear challenge, goading Tetradore to come forward again- demanding he prove entirely why he is King of the West when Frost is more than willing to take it from him...simply because he can. The standings however- have changed, if Tetradore wanted to play with powers then so be it, his own called into play now- rapidly heating his own form, hotter and hotter until those light droplets of rain hiss as they fall upon him and the air very near simmers with heat he exudes from his white pelt. If Tetradore wanted to bite, let him- he would lose his tongue and lips for his effort, perhaps violently burn the pads of those oh so soft paws.

Come now Tetradore, surely you can do better then that? Try again- I dare you.

It is the length of the dock that separates them now, one hoof pawed again at the earth, lips pulled back to expose his own rather sizeable teeth. Let the panther come, let it charge at him- charges, after all- are entirely what he is trained for.

Let us see how clever the kitty is when touching his opponent will only harm himself....


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