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

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Posted on May 25, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The sound of her soprano voice pulled Tetradore's attention, his emerald eyes intensely settled upon her feminine figure as his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in thought. The man couldn't remember the last time anyone had spoken to him in such a demure, compassionate fashion. He was immensely cautious of the benevolence that seemed to radiate within her, expecting, waiting for her to twist into some sadistic version much akin to Risque. It'd had equally been a rather long period since Tetradore had felt any inclination for such sexual desires that her porcelain flesh tempted of him. Sex had been utterly ruined for him, destroyed by the ruthless woman that took far more pleasure in filling what should be the most gratifying moments with torture and misery. "No." He commented simply, the prospect of it was foreign to him. What he wanted was never given to him and what he got was quite certainly not what he needed. That is, unless he somehow deserved the agony that he'd been subjected to for years on end. A soft snort left hi noise, his disagreement quite clear on the matter. Perhaps normal individuals trapped themselves in their own insecurities. Frankly he wished that such was something he got to experience.

He listened in silence as she explained her reasoning behind her chosen isolation, it sounded beautiful, the world that she explained though frankly Tetradore would have been pleased with just the city before him to explore. Anything beyond the same five rooms he was given to explore, beyond the single establishment that made up his prison. He was given to silence, a small shrug crossing his bare shoulders as if to offer the indication that although he had listened, he had little to say on the topic. He found it hard to believe that she was shy, especially considering the ease at which she was able to strike up a conversation with him. His gaze followed her as she leaped in a nimble fashion upon the balls of her feet, dancing from her ledge to his own. Briefly he looked up at her, his spine straightening ever so slightly as she settled next to him. A small feeling of discomfort invaded him, being entirely unused to being the center of an attention that didn't somehow end disastrously. The closeness of her figure next to his only served to make him peculiarly aware of just how naked that he was beneath her gaze. Usually, he was indifferent to this but there was something about her that drew out what little humanity he still had.

"Not all cages are of our own making." He responded, choosing the words she'd previously offered her. "Some are made by others, and sometimes, there is nothing we can do about it." It was as detailed as he chose to go on his capture of Risque. It had occurred to him that if she lived at the building next to him, there was a large chance that she would see him again. There was equally as a large chance that Risque would discover her. "If you ever see her, the vampire that owns the club, run." His voice was soft as the word of warning left his mouth. He certainly didn't want to see this girl within Risque's hands, especially considering how oddly...sweet she was. Frankly, he wasn't quite sure what to even do with her. His social skills so incredibly lacking in such a department.


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