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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Blaire was thrilled at the direction the night was going, this is exactly what she needed to get her thoughts off her sister. The anger and frustration was still there though, fueling the twisted motives inside of her dark mind. It was hard to believe that Blaire used to be a completely different person once, but that person was long gone. She had seen too much and done too much in the years passed to ever go back to who she was. She knew that years ago, and though she did think about it sometimes, she would never admit it to anyone. Hell, she would barely admit it to herself. This was who she was now, and after years of practice she had perfected it. Icy eyes remained locked on Isolt's own bright eyes, and she let the strength of her gift flow through her. The dark tendrils of her mind reached as they always did when there was a crack, and it wouldn't take her long to rip the mind's eye wide open. Her fingers still gripped that beautiful throat tightly as she felt herself slip into the vampire's mind. A quiet laugh passed as she focused and let herself see whatever was hidden away from the world. This Strawberry had a strong mind filled with all kinds of wondrous things, it would only be glimpses at first, but that was because she didn't know the ins and outs just yet. She would though, and when she did she would be able to bend Isolt's mind to her will. "Delicious. Damon is going to love my gift once I get it perfect." The blonde vampire delved deeper and deeper with each passing second, another cold laugh passing. She could see how Isolt was changed, the kindergarten version of torture she was subjected to, the intimate moments shared with another, and a glimpse of her brother. This was going to be even more fun than she previously thought, because it appeared that this little toy would have others trying to rescue her. If only Isolt could see what rest insides Blaire mind, if she could see what the predator had in store she would wish someone would kill her here and now. That wasn't how it would be though, no, the redhead would be begging for death to take her before Blaire even got deep into her desires. Blaire moved her head even closer, pushing a quick flash of chains and blood into the woman's mind. After a few more seconds she withdrew from Isolt's mind, an evil smile still resting on those perfect lips. With a quick move she jerked the vampire towards her, their lips touched in a rough kiss before she shoved her back. Isolt didn't have freedom for long though, she spun quickly and slammed her foot into the other vampire's ribs. She could feel the strong bones crack beneath her boots, and her fingers gripped that pale neck once again as she brought Isolt closer so their lips were a hair apart. "You are mine now. Let's go play." With a cruel laugh she pulled the woman behind her into an alley, her footsteps quick. There was an abandoned warehouse that Blaire had turned into her home. It didn't take long for the other creatures here to know that her "home" was a place to avoid no matter how curious or tempting it was. Blaire pulled her through the dark, dragging her down a long set of stairs, and after what seemed like an eternity she slammed a heavy door behind them. With the strength of a vampire she threw the woman against the wall, she could hear the chains rattle as the redhead hit them. Icy eyes seemed to shine in the darkness as she once again approached her new toy. "So many choices, but maybe I should let you pick what we do first." |