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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on August 20, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



Dareios was too busy scowling at the sopping mess of his shoe to care much that someone else was lurking in the alley at this time of night. The smell of the sea was strong here, the salt mixing with that of stale vessel oils, gasoline and the sour stench of sewage. The sound of the dark, murky waters chopping up against the algae-lined seawall was distant, but a constant reminder just how close they were to the harbor. For some time, he had Ian keep an old boat here. It was an easy way to unload the unwanted but ultimately necessary ends of his job. For a minute, Dareios had considered using a boat here as a way to rid himself of the corpse that would eventually become what was left of Ian. But the risk was too great. He'd pay someone else to mop up that mess at a later date.

Despite the distracting smells and sounds around them, he could tell she was coming. Human, but not quitethat simple. Her smell wafted in strongly with the breeze, masking that of the nearly permanent putrid odors that otherwise stained this part of town. He didn't expect her to turn the corner quite so fast and was generally startled as their bodies collided. He stepped back quickly, straightening his lean but solid form, doing his best to hide the incisors that had instinctively protruded in almost a defensive form. There was no need to announce what he was just yet.

As she spoke, clearly stunned and disheveled by the minor upheaval, Dareios pretended to care about his own appearance, his hands moving to the edges of his blazer and wiping away make believe residue from the fabric. When she spoke, his gaze refocused on her. She'd caught him in a rare mood -- aroused for mischief or adventure, unsettled by his recent feeding from a former business associate. Dareios was disciplined and usually great at being in control of his urges. He couldn't remember the last time he had fed from a warm and live body. Perhaps that's why he felt so good tonight.

"Don't worry so much. No harm done here." He spoke, his gaze drifting to her backside and focusing on whatever it was that was dribbling to the floor. "It appears you are leaking." He said, raising a hand lazily, one finger pointing to the contents that dripped from the bag. He could smell the contents long before they touched the dirty asphalt at their feet. As a silent dealer in the dark arts, he was all too aware of the potions she was carrying. Quickly, Dareios ruled out fae, she wasn't flightly or dainty enough to be one of them. Perhaps a witch? Maybe this trip to the harbor wasn't quite so bad after all.



Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl


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