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

watch me corrode like a beast in repose


Posted on September 20, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
His emerald eyes lingered upon the concrete wall in front of them, observing with acute detail the intricacies of the art that flowed from the fingertips of the peculiar fairy. He had, in some fashion or another, grown used to the sensual aura that seemed to surround the woman, pervading in her life in a fashion the brought him a sense of amusement. There were so few women he'd met that had such a close and deep connection to their own sexuality. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he observed the seductress painted on the concrete, watching as the green goo oozed from her form, the paint reflecting each delicate brush stroke that existed within the fairy's mind. It was almost as if he was invading within the world inside her head, seeing the image reelected inside of her skull. Never the less, he couldn't help reaching out to her, his voice clearly catching the fae off guard as her figure all but vanished from his vision in an abrupt fashion. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet, the male hardly moved from his lingering position against the opposite wall of the alleyway she had so chosen to display her art. Regardless of his lack of sight on her slender form, his emerald eyes still saw with astuteness the lime green paint that still was layered upon the dull grey wall, indicating her presence was still very much there.

He remained where he was, waiting with silent stillness that was so characteristic of him. He knew she did everything in her own time, just as he too knew she was not one to leave a painting unfinished. Whatever was hidden deep within her skull needed to come out with a ferocity, one that drove the girl to remain persistent for hours on end, ignoring all sleep, food or other needs that her body might require of her. He was hardly surprised when much later whatever invisibility the girl had held had been released, her figure still lying on the hard ground the same way she had been several moments prior. A soft, nearly amused chuckle left the man's lips, his head shaking ever so slightly from side to side. He didn't bother her though, instead waiting with patience as the girl finished her work, sitting up to twist behind her and finally reward him with the sight of her pale skin and darkened makeup, his own small simper returned to fairy girl.

Even though the pair had never sense spoke of what had occurred within the confines of her bare apartment, Tetradore had never forgotten the sensation of her skin against his or the way she coaxed him to her bed. Weather or not turning her down was a mistake still remained to be seen, his emerald eyes observing the fashion at which she seemed to stare at him. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the sound of her voice - one single word echoing out to him. "Hey." He responded, his greeting just as simple as hers. "Is it done?" He inquired, nodding towards the wall in front of her, whatever playfulness he'd had was replaced by a certain sort of seriousness that he was far more used to wearing.
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