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
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Posted on July 12, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
 His attention strays easily from the other man now, leaving him to make his own decision- whatever that may be, fixating now more promptly upon the young blonde girl whom had so seemed to make it her desire to follow him across town in the wake of the briefest of moments they had shared within her apartment. Her own reasons for avoiding her Uncle's home however, long and detailed as they are, sees the man allow one eye to lift ever so slightly. Her words were hardly surprising, he supposed, most Hunters were very much the same in their beliefs and actions, whether they claimed to enjoy the hunt or simply maintained in eternal belief in the good they believed themselves to be doing through their inbred prejudice against anything not their own or humankind. It was rather self-righteous truly, for anything supernatural to be hunted down by something as equal outside the natural as themselves. The mere difference between a Hunter and any other however- was merely the sense of entitlement the former seemed to carry. Azrael, at least, hardly concealed his reasons for his loathing- Frost having spent far more time in the company of that man then he truly desired and yet perhaps he was less nauseating then the others- if only because his religious based hate was hardly veiled beneath any other reasoning or falsified truth. The girls words however brought a simper to his lips, a soft chuckle humming within his throat now. "Engill, you Uncle desires to exterminate me, as you put it- not because I am the anti-christ, though I am sure it hardly helps, but for other reasons entirely. That however- is a story for later I think." It is a decidedly vague response once more, the mans gaze sliding softly from the young blonde woman and out into the darkness that surrounded the little group now. The bond of pack is a powerful thing indeed and in this moment he has become distinctly aware of the approach of another. Hmm, it was unusual for Claire to be wander this far from their home and yet he was most assuredly her target and in that he is content enough to allow her to come- aware of her lingering close now though he displays no such emotion in regards to it. It is Calliel and her question that has so sought to engage his attention once more, frowning somewhere beneath that shock of white hair. She was a clever thing, Calliel- perhaps too clever, his voice holding a sterner note this time, hardly annoyed or irritated- more so betraying the first notes of any true command behind it. "Calliel." It is simply aimed at achieving her attention, at fixating her gaze upon what remains of his own, the silver medallion about his neck catching the light of street limps to flicker and dance with each lift and fall of his chest. "It is better that you leave the business of our species to us- do not concern yourself with it. It is not a world you need be bothered with, I promise you." He had no desire to endear his new little male companion to any other pack, especially one with an Alpha he...disagreed with, her words, while innocent- hardly assisting his own desires in this. His own voice remains ever-calm, polite despite the firmer note to it. After all, his patience is rather infamous, the young man willing to allow others to see their folly before he need show it to them himself. It was simply better for all of they learned on their own, else took his more subtle indications as a warning. He moves to easily change the subject then, willing enough, it would seem- to invite both wayward beings into his own home as a sudden feeling against his leg sees his own gaze divert downwards at the sight of the fox twisting between his limbs. "Good evening, Claire." One hand reaches down smoothly to slide beneath the little fox, lifting her effortlessly up and into his arms the way one might lift a small pet dog, free hand moving to run heated fingers briefly through the thickened fur of her neck and shoulders. He holds her lightly, easily, allowing her to leap down should she choose it else climb upon his shoulders and permit her a more equal view of those around her then her small form would otherwise permit- whispered words suddenly seeming to reach his mind as his gaze flickers sharply back toward Calliel. What was he going to do to her at his place? It is a truly bemusing question, the woman offered a curious look as the violet of his gaze finds her own- oblivious entirely to the fact this question had not been verbalised- at least not aloud. "I have no intention of doing anything to you, Calliel. Unless you take offense at my offering you food?" One eye lifts slightly once more, curious, truly, as to what had given the woman any indication his invitation had been nefarious in any manner. Perhaps his reasons were not wholly innocent in themselves yet he held little desire, in this moment, for anything other then the girls company. That she was not averse to providing it was appealing in itself. "I can handle that. Calliel- you asked earlier about my pack, this is Claire. Claire, we are having guests tonight." He gestures easily to the fox in his arms, assured the vixen would be pleased to cook for a few others for a change, her delight in feeding anyone and anything that passed by the house perhaps put to good use this evening- attention deviating briefly back to Orion, offering a loose gesture for the other man to follow should he desire it before turning smoothly upon his heel to lead the way back towards his own home- still content to keep a hold on Claire lest she decide to find only further trouble, pausing to allow Calliel to catch up. |