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

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Posted on October 21, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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She is a difficult creature to assess in her entirety- his appearance unsettling her and yet she is either more dense then she appears, attempting a tone almost friendly as if in an effort to alleviate the tension that has layered itself within the air- else she is rather shrewd in her attempts at distraction. Perhaps, were the circumstances of his intentions different, he may well have made some attempt to get to know this creature beyond these mere few moments. He always had enjoyed the intelligent ones, the women capable of actual conversation that was so vastly different from the woman he had known in his younger years. It always amused him, truly, to find any female with any true sense of purpose behind her. This one, he thinks, is quite the intriguing woman and yet he is hardly given to care tonight, her winning personality was not about to offset his own desires in this. She questions his own choice of words, the equine listening as she offers those light, smooth lyrics despite the weight of the bag she was attempting to carry up the street. His own lip quirks ever so slightly in response though he hardly sees a need to answer her before offering his own words of seeming curiosity. Her gaze narrows, attempting to place him perhaps, after all he was hardly a man easily forgotten- how many people sported such a shock of snowy white hair after all? It is the chaos of the Ark he counts on in this moment however, his lie delivered around a web of knowledge in this regard. He had never set foot within the Ark himself and yet he had heard enough off it to make his own question general, broad and easily placed with some vagueness that remained believable. He had not survived this long, with the things he had done, by being foolish after all.

She admits to having failed to see him and yet questions no further as he intended, his features however, continue to remain indifferent, gaze shielded as always beneath that mop of unruly white hair until she makes some attempt at a joke of sorts. He allows his own simper to trace his lips, a soft chuckle humming smoothly within his chest though there is a distinct lack of humour behind the sound. Indeed something far more...icy lingers within the sound as he strolls easily forward, closing some of the distance between himself and her. She was not a Were and yet one hardly had to be of an animalistic persuasion to understand dominance when it was being displayed, Frost pausing once more a mere stride or so from her now, his own head tilting slightly as that simper continued to linger upon his lips in some display of amusement with the entire scenario. Her efforts to sell him something were admirable in the least.

"It is a good saleswoman-"

He speaks at last, watching her beneath that forelock of hair as he offers the easy words all the same, his tone however, maintains a distinct note of disinterest in this actual conversation.

"- that attempts to make a sale even after hours. Although I have to wonder how much research you truly did on your chosen....business location, I would have expected more from such a good saleswoman."

It is his own turn to shrug now, shoulders rolling in a manner that seems almost harmless- indeed, much of Frost seems entirely harmless, a mistake far too many had made already. He steps forward again, abruptly, stepping past the little witch now to turn a loose circle about the girl, observing her- or so it seems, from every angle as he continues to speak.

"You don't have any idea what I'm talking about do you? Let me put it to you another way then, I have no interest in purchasing anything from you- my powers hardly need....enhancement, would you like to see?"

He hardly waits to be offered an answer, his own abilities flaring to life now, streaks of blissful, heated warmth sent towards the girls hands and arms, allowing that soft, soothing warmth to travel and dance beneath her skin in a manner almost teasing. He pauses before her once more, arms folded easily across his chest as he regards her still.

"I am also of the belief Tetradore and his pack do not need any of your enchantments either, you see, Tetra- as you call him and I disagree on a few issues and it is displeasing to me that you should be allowing him such easy access to anything that makes him or his companions stronger then they already are. Do you understand? I need you to stop selling your potions there."

It was an easy concept, he is sure, what the woman could possibly fail to understand about it he hardly knew and yet- women could be such difficult creatures when they chose. So argumentative and opinionated, especially within this city and indeed while a part of him finds a definite intrigue in their spirits- the distinctly Alpha side of himself finds there lack of willing submission a constant irritant. His powers shift rapidly in that moment, that almost pleasant heat still circulating through her arms and hands is suddenly torn away to be replaced with something akin to an injection of ice in her veins. It is a freezing, violent ice that rips and tears at the very skin itself, constricting the blood vessels within her hands until he knows the pain it will cause as frostbite already begins to set in- the longer she argues the worse it becomes, it is simple, really. How much did she truly value her hands? Perhaps it was time to see.

"Am I making myself clear?"





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