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 September 08, 2015 by DAREIOS
West




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



He found his mind wandering briefly to what lay ahead. What, perhaps, this 'cargo ship' meet up could be about. He was old enough to know that whoever they were about to meet wouldn't be as naive as Sorcha here. They would make him a vamp, and rather quickly. Though Dareios tended to be on the friendlier side of his genre, there were plenty of other "types" out there that just didn't get along. Many didn't care for the vampire lifestyle. The hunters hunted his kind, too. But Sorcha seemed too kind to be walking into anything too dangerous. He watched her intently, doing his best not to hover, but to gather as much information as possible about her and where they were going. If there was malicious here, he'd smell it on her.

"So what was it? That broke?" He asks, cutting through the silence between them, bored of listening to the staccato echoes of his fine shoes against the grainy, uneven and damp asphalt. When she accuses him of being a wolf, it is difficult at first, for him to contain his disgust. Not that Dareios had any real feelings of ill will against shifters. He was just glad that he wasn't one. "Ha, God no." He said after a huff of a chuckle escaped from between his thin lips. "Care to try again?"

As they round the next corner, Dareios' eyes scatter over their new surroundings, watching the shadows momentarily for activity, but his demeanor quickly falls back at ease, and his concentration back on Sorcha. It was a bit foolish for him to linger here, but he was still curious. "And what are you, Sorcha?" He asked, stepping a few feet in front of her and swiveling around, walking in front of her and walking in stride, his steps only backward now. "A snake?"


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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