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

ice, ice baby (Askree)


Posted on November 17, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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It is a rare night that he finds himself alone and free of the company of his pack, Claire and Calliel having retired earlier this evening, both of them seeming to find fascination in the television set Calliel had insisted he buy. There was however, only so long he could tolerate Americas Next Top Model before the very sound of it become irritating to him. His female companions though, seemed to find endless amusement in it. He had survived until the half way point before he had been very near driven from his own house by it, strolling out into the cool night air in search of the solitude he craved in that moment. There was something far more peaceful in the quiet of the night and in that moment he relished the darkened embrace of the evening. It was hardly late, cars still moving about on the road and the occasional person passing him and yet it was dark enough still to obscure his form within the shadows cast by the street lanterns. That snowy white hair however, remained aglow in a manner almost obscene against the night. Frost had long since learned to ignore the looks his starkly coloured tousled locks often earned from passers-by. His hands move to gold into the pockets of his jacket, violet gaze concealed beneath that thickened white fringe as he moves away from the street, heading into the West side territory- though he makes no effort to cross any of the border lines that mark it, reeking of Tetradore and his pack of misfits. Their scent seemed to permeate the air here, just as a rotted carcass seemed to slice through any more pleasant scent around it. For now at least, the equine simple ignores it. He has little interest in Tetradore this evening.

His thoughts instead are far more inclined to wander towards matters he deems more pressing. His business with Alexander was progressing, although his thoughts on the man remain indecisive, his mind not wholly comfortable with the Hunter either way and yet he finds himself almost endlessly intrigued by the man- holding some desire to spend more time in his company and yet why such an instinct afflicts him he hardly cares to consider. Carolina and Dareios in turn would both require visiting sometime in the near future, Alexis required further tutelage, Calliel and Scarlett would need to be organised sooner rather than later, the manner of Claire seducing pizza delivery boys in an effort to obtain free food was yet another facet of life it seemed he was required to inform the vixen on. For how little he was often given to appear he cared in regards to others he had found himself almost buried beneath their personal problems. Yet, such is the life of an Alpha. What they offer him in return, he supposes, is worth the effort it takes to mould them beings of actual use.

He moves to lean back against the railing of the dock, violet gaze fixated upon the near black water that laps against the worn out wood, letting his thoughts continue until the sound of another sees his head turn ever so slightly. What little of his violet gaze can be seen fixates upon the slender figure of a women he had met before, the girl moving across the dock, evidently determined to get somewhere and for a moment the simply observes her. She had been an intriguing creature upon their first meeting, one of the few bold enough to meet his teasing head on and indeed intelligence in women was such a difficult thing to find- let alone those bold enough to engage him.

"Now what would you be doing on this side of town, hmmm? I hardly expected to see you amongst the riff raff that congregate here. Then again maybe I'm not entirely....surprised."

He words are deliberately misleading, open-ended, implying far more then they truly offer though he leaves her to take whatever she should choose from it, lip quirking up slightly as he waits for her to turn towards him as those cool, frosted lyrics ring out and one eye lifts- goading her slightly. Let us see what can be coaxed from the young woman tonight and without Nadya to interfere.



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