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

some say the world will end in fire (Sorcha)


Posted on September 12, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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"Tell me again- where did you get it?"

The skinny, cowering little man pressed only further up against the alley wall as if he wished the stone itself might swallow him up and allow him further distance from the snowy haired man whom stood before him, arms crossed over his chest, fingers drumming against his upper arm in a subtle display of impatience. What could be seen of the equine's violet gaze shifted once more to the vial of...something the other Were continued to clasp in his hands, eyes narrowed warily upon it all the same as the skinny little man continued to stutter out his answer- gesturing to the Ark in the distance. What would a witch have to do with the Ark? More so....why would she have involved herself with Tetradore's and his rag-tag crew of...useless beings. He hardly held any fear of the panther Alpha, or anyone beneath his rule, indeed the equine felt very little other than agitated disdain for the west side pack, more so he finds himself....curious of this Witch they had begun to speak off. A witch whom seemed to be enhancing the natural powers of those whom purchased her potions. The idea of Tetradore himself becoming only more physically.....capable is one of intense displeasure to the snowy-haired young man, the very thought leaving a disagreeable taste within his mouth and yet until he has further information he sees little need to act upon it. A young witch merely cashing in on a good business was one thing, a Witch holding some sort of alliance with the West side pack was entirely something else and one Frost finds himself ill content with.

His attention returns at last to the snivelling little man before him- only to find he had managed to scamper several feet sideways, attempting to weasel his way of the alley it would seem, as Frost manages a sigh of sorts. Did no one in this city truly respect an Alpha? Would he be required to beat that understanding into each and every being whom he came across? It takes barely a moment to harness his own powers, lashing them towards the man, watching him collapse to the earth in a series of convulsions as his body rapidly begins to burn from the inside out. For a moment the young man simply watches, allowing the hapless creature to scream and struggle upon the earth as his very internal organs begun to simmer within him and the scent of burning flesh permeated the air. It is hardly mercy that sees the man stop, more so, he simply requires this one to live for a little longer, strolling smoothly towards the whimpering creature now- reaching out with the toe of his boot to tap him.

"Oh come now, it's hardly that bad, you'll heal. If you try to leave before I dismiss you again however- I will see to it that you do not. Do you understand?"

The other man managed to nod somewhere between his sobs, a simper of sorts resting briefly across Frost's features before he allowed himself to crouch down, one hand reaching out to tilt the other mans head up towards his own, much of the creatures skin simmering with boils and burns. Hmm, he had done a good job on this one.

"Tell me now, what way does the Witch walk home?"

Getting an answer out of the man had hardly been difficult, his hand waved a moment later to dismiss him, allowing him to scuttle back off into the darkness before turning upon his heel to head back towards the west side and wait. He lingers upon the outskirts, not truly within the other packs territory, feet resting upon the very borderline itself as he leans back against the wall of one of the many abandoned warehouses in the area- content to wait until the Witch made an appearance. It was fortunate, perhaps, that he had managed to get a description of the girl from the other man else he may well have missed her entirely. It takes little over an hour or so before the girl finally chooses to show herself, strolling purposefully through the dilapidated buildings that so marked the west side in all it's semi-destructed glory, the girl hauling rather a large bag with her. For a moment the young man simply watches, gaze concealed beneath that shock of white hair, allowing her to wander just outside of the West side territory before he moves to step forward and abruptly into her path.

His hands remain in the pockets of his jeans, dark hooded jacket blending easily with the shadow as he stands before her, gaze concealed beneath that long forelock of hair as he regards her silently a moment. His posture remains loose, easy and yet the words he offers hold a bite to them all the same, a distinct and noticeable edge delivered in those frosted lyrics.

"It's late for a woman such as yourself to be walking home so alone. Good night?"

His head nods briefly towards her bag. He is assured this is the right woman and yet it is hardly impudent to double check, perhaps find out entirely what she was doing within the Ark, after all- not all sources are wholly reliable. His demeanour shifts, if only slightly, lips pulled upward into a loose, smooth simper.

"I saw you at the Ark tonight, I've never seen a witch there before, how on earth did you ever manage to convince that Alpha to let you sell things there?"

He is lying and deliberately so, merely attempt to back her into the more potent questions to come perhaps, to smoothly loop those ropes of inquiry around her without being to wholly...obvious just yet. They could do this the easy way after all, or the hard way and yet surely it will hardly come to that? Surely the witch understands something of her current situation. The Witch could either answer his questions- or he would make her.

Frostbite
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