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
It was about control, Blaire had to have it at all times. It was why her "gift" of looking into people's mind was such a wonder to her. That gave her more control than anything ever would, even more than physical torture. Not that inflicting pain didn't require control; it did, and again it was something she needed. Her existence depended on it, she would never let anyone know that, but without control she feared she was nothing. Just like how her twin sister was nothing but a murderous animal unless Blaire was there to control her. Blaire didn't realize that her sister had fluttered through her mind as she looked through Isolt's memories. If she had paid more attention she would have protected her own thoughts more. True, it was only a flash, but that was all that was needed sometimes. Bassie was Blaire's weakness. When Isolt shifted into Blaire's mirror image she felt herself falter, icy eyes widened as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She knew that she wasn't going insane, but somehow her victim turned into the one weakness she had. As she tried to wrap her mind around it she felt herself growing angrier, battling her own mind as she tried to put the pieces together. She knew it wasn't Bassie, she knew her sister's mind and pulls better than her own mind. It was still Isolt, she knew it with every piece of her, and the vampire had no idea of the monster she was about to unleash. A low growl sounded and before another word could be spoken she flew at her "sister." Her hand gripped that familiar neck once again, her nails pressed deep into the pale flesh, drawing the slightest bit of blood. It wasn't Bassie, she knew the smell of her blood, and this wasn't it. Blaire's fangs were bared as she slammed the woman against the wall causing the plaster to crack from the impact. There was so much anger inside of her; Isolt didn't think of what consequences would pass for this kind of game. "This won't set you free, whore. You have no idea who you are fucking with." Icy eyes locked with identical ones as she felt her mind reaching out once again. This woman was in for a world of pain, no one ever tried to use Bassie against her. It wouldn't take Isolt long to figure out how big of a mistake this was. The hand around the nearly perfect neck slammed her up against the wall once again before she turned and tossed her to the ground. Icy eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as she approached the imposter. A sadistic laugh passed her lips as she circled the body on the floor, and without warning her boot slammed swiftly into Isolt's already broken ribs. "Stay." She all but spat out as she moved away for a moment, her attention now focused on a nearby table. Fingertips ran over the slightly warped wood for a moment before fingers wrapped around an object. Blaire lifted it and turned to face the imposter and another sadistic laugh passed as she ran her fingertips over the shimmering blade of a knife. Her eyes once again shifted to her victim once again and she moved closer, the look on her face was filled with pure evil. "Since you're trying to play my Bassie, let me show you exactly what I would do to her." With that she straddled those familiar hips, and she pressed herself down before leaning forward. The knife still gripped in one hand as the other gripped her chin tightly and yanked her head to the side. Blaire leaned down and ran her tongue over the already drying blood on that neck, and a small hum of approval passed. Then she sunk her fangs into Isolt's neck and she took a deep draw of her blood before pulling. "Almost as delicious as my Bassie's, but not quiet." The blade was then lifted and she ran it slowly down that beautiful face that perfectly reflected hers. She wasn't cutting her, no, just teasing her, letting her feel the cold blade before it was covered in warm blood. In a blur of movement Blaire slammed the blade into Isolt's shoulder, pushing it as deep as it would go. "How's that, baby?" |