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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Blaire's gaze jerked from the red-head beneath her when she heard the heavy metal door slam into the concrete wall. A growl sounded in her throat as she rose from atop the other vampire and she turned to completely face her new visitor. Before any words would leave her lips she felt her body be shoved back into the wall. She felt her head hit the wall and she felt it crack with the force, the trickle of blood now rolling down her own head. Another growl passed her lips as she landed on her knees, her icy grey eyes seeming to glow. Blaire stood a moment later; it would take a lot more than that to take her down. "Sorry, you're not my type." A somewhat psychotic laugh passed Blaire's lips at the newcomer's words, and her head tilted in its typical curious way. Her tongue brushed over her lips briefly as she also stepped closer to the male vampire who seemed to think that he could take what belonged to her. As he grabbed her throat her own hand reached up and she gripped his wrist, merely grinning as he tried to overpower her. Her own nails sunk into his wrist as she quickly twisted it and jerked it back, forcing him back from her at least a little bit. He then used his power on her again and she found herself back on the floor, but she quickly flipped onto her back. Another laugh passed as the first punch hit her cheek and her skin split from the force. A moment later she jerked her head to the side, causing the hit aimed at her face to miss and possibly hit the concrete floor. Either way, he wasn't going to bash in her face no matter how badly he wanted to, at least not tonight. "Finders keepers." Her own fist shot up and aimed towards his jaw, as her other hand gripped his hand holding it away from her face. Blaire tucked her legs up towards her chest and pushed up as hard as she could to dislodge the male from atop her. She didn't like being on the bottom, and the fact that a man of all people was trying to win and have control didn't sit well with her. She felt the monster inside of her stir once more before it finally woke, and she shoved herself back as quickly as she could before jumping back up to her feet. She danced away from the chain as he aimed it at her ankle, and instead stepped down on it, holding it on the ground. "Listen to your little whore, or I will fucking destroy you." The words were barely above a whisper, but it was obvious how angry she was. Blaire didn't sit well when people tried to take her playthings from her, and it usually ended with them torn to pieces around her. This was going to be different though, the male was stronger than her, but she would never admit it out loud. Blaire knew he had some years on her, but that meant nothing to her. She owed him nothing, and if he didn't want the little Strawberry getting hurt he should have kept a closer eye on her. In her mind this was all really his fault, and she was only too happy to enjoy herself. Her fun had been cut shore though, but she knew that this wasn't the end. It was far from it, and Blaire would do everything she could to destroy the red-head in time. It was then their eyes locked and she felt that familiar reaching of someone into her mind. Her hands curled into fists as her nails sunk into her throat, and she threw up her mental wall. There was no way he was going to get through that, no matter how much older he was than her. Blaire knew her mind better than anyone else, and she knew how to protect it from other beings who thought they could take control of it. This was one thing she could control that no one could ever take from her, because she would kill herself for good before that happened. Her mind was her most prized possession, because there rest everything that made her who she was. The fact that this nameless stranger was trying to wiggle his way through only fueled her anger and hatred for him. He would learn to not fuck with her eventually, and it would be when it was much too late to save Strawberry. "She may be yours now, but I promise you she will be mine. I know what you're trying to do, and you will never penetrate my mind." Blaire then took a slight step back, her icy gaze slipping to Isolt as she gave her a cruel smile. She blew her a kiss and giggled before her attention once again went back to the male standing before her. Her arms crossed over her bare chest and she took a slight step towards him, her eyes locking with his, her mental wall still up and strong. There were so many ways she could play with him, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that he was in fact stronger than her, she wouldn't admit it, but she cared more about herself. She would get her little toy back eventually, but she was happy with the mental torture she inflicted in the short time they had together. "Leave or I will turn her brain to mush and make her my little mindless psychotic pet. I've made one before, and I can do it again." Her eyes never left the male standing before her, but she directed her next words to the red-head. A small smile touched her lips as she shifted her stance, not showing any fear because there truly was none inside of her. Annoyance, yes, anger, always, but never ever fear. "Strawberry, take him and leave. Show him what's best for him, or I will fucking destroy him and make you watch. Go, now." |