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
fading into oblivion
Posted on May 25, 2014 by serafina dubois
for the lips of a forbidden woman drip honey
her speech is smoother than oil
but in the end she is bitter as wormwood
sharp as a two-edged sword
her feet go down to death
her steps follow the path to Sheol
The young witch was hardly surprised when the female across from her exploded in with a crack of ribs and clothing into a fluid figure of an ebony creature, another sigh crossing her sweetheart lips and yet, Serafina was hardly perturbed by the presence of a large cat. She'd take weres over Dark Hunters any day. Even stupid weres. "Look sweet heart, I'm fairly certain Avvy here was just minding her own damn business when your boyfriend decided to eat her for lunch so why don't you just sit there pretty like and we'll go our separate ways. The potion will wear off in a few minutes anyways." She was trying her best to diplomatic, at least in some regard. Serafina hardly wanted to get into a fight with the two creatures, after all she'd hardly brought enough potions for something like this. She had exactly ten minutes before his limbs began to thaw out and had every intent to pull the pair from the warehouse in that time. "If Avvy did, however, somehow fuck things up then feel free to eat her but your going to have to give me more to go off of then 'he did nothing'." She added in an after thought, her gaze drifting from feline to her fellow witch and back.
Although she doubted her charge was dense enough to walk up to and purposefully prod a were, she was more then willing to toss the girl to the slightly metaphorical lions if only to learn a lesson. Serafina was hardly patient for explanations to roll in, however, already preparing herself for the possibility that the ebony cat was just as reckless as her lover. It was with that in mind that Serafina's fingers were cautiously digging through her bag, her hand encasing on another potion though she failed to pull it out into view. See - she was trying to not expect the worse from this, even though to date she had no reason to give such optimism. Maybe, she could make the panther tiny forever and keep her as a house cat. She certainly looked prettier then the mangey dog that had followed her home.
serafina dubois