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
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
my soul has never led me wrong
Posted on October 08, 2015 by sorcha
Her mind lingers for a moment on the money she would make tonight at the fights. She had already tucked away a chocolate chip cookie - two of them really - in a pocket in her backpack that she hoped would avoid the spillage so as to appease the two leaders for a bit. The Were's were not quite trusting of her yet, she was an unknown in their world after all. A stranger selling stranger things to them but they were beginning to trickle in. A curious question here and then a purchase of a more mild potion there, all a quest to see just how real her potions were. Whether they could indeed help them or if she was trying to swindle them. Not that swindling Were's was a very savvy thing to do. She didn't want to get her throat ripped out by a snarling lion or her skull kicked in by a mulish horse.
It is only as she mentions potions that she seems to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes, maybe a sort of keen interest, and she frowns very slightly. He was hedging quite a bit and while he was a handsome man he didn't seem as.. wild, yes, wild, as the Were's she had met thus far. But certainly he wouldn't continue this charade if he wasn't and he was only lost. Maybe a rogue of some sort (which was still dangerous on it's own). She could handle him and the moment he mentions money her own ears seem to perk, her eyes widening slightly as she once again takes in his tailored suit.
Once more she tries to guess what he is, waiting with a more cautious look on her face to see if she has hit the mark, when he abruptly stops and she jolts to a stop as well, a hint of wariness in her eyes. The moment she stops she shifts to the balls of her feet, ready to take off at a run if he is indeed a rogue with a taste a bit more abnormal, but what she spies is worse. He is not a Were.
He is a vampire.
And he is flashing her the kind of smile that one did not flash to be friendly. The earth rumbles beneath them, a slight warning as her hands have shifted down to feel the steady thrum of the earths beats below. It was her element, of course, and came readily to her aid.
Replies
- Where you invest your love, you invest your life; - By DAREIOS on October 19, 2015 at 2:09 PM
- my soul has never led me wrong - By sorcha on November 17, 2015 at 6:01 PM