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 December 12, 2015 by sorcha
Sorcha is not foreign to magic - she is a witch, after all. The moment the pain begins to spread and intensify her eyes widen for she had been unaware, until that very moment, that even the Shapeshifters of the world possessed extra skills beyond their ability to change skins. It is a nice fact to tuck away although she fervently wished she had not learned it in this particular manner. Fear strikes hard into her chest, burning up her throat as she falls to her knees and succumbs to his torture. While she is no hardened warrior willing to risk her life and limb for the sake of silence, she isn't a fool either. By no means would she be safe from this maniac simply by agreeing to what he said. There is a certain cruel glow in his eyes, an enjoyment of her pain and his power, that denotes this. Her mossy eyes blur with tears, wondering if her hands will ever work again as they begin to go numb, as her fingers slowly stop responding to her minuscule muscles.
Be a good girl, he says, and she feels a moment of chagrin. She has never felt this before - this utter feeling of desolation and fear. Was she a coward to give in to him? In the face of this unknown danger she had not been witty enough to save herself. She could still call upon the elements of the earth but it took concentration and the pain drove it from her. Normally her mind was set into a zone and she wasn't threatened. There were a lot of firsts for her lately and being threatened in such a way was one of them. Later she will ponder on how she could have done better. She will grow angry with herself. For now she merely gasps in relief the moment his power stops but stares at her hands with panic for feeling did not immediately return. The skin looked purple slightly and she immediately began to rub them on her legs, swift and panic like, an attempt to draw blood back into them and warm them up.
In her haze she does not notice the enormous wolf that comes running until it is between them and Frost is thrust away. Her head snaps up, mouth agape, to watch the spectacle. This is a Were and no doubt one of the Ark. The wolf refuses to budge but Frost does not attack, not like Sorcha expects as she sits behind Raven, eager to have the shield. The pale haired man turns and walks away after some cryptic message and Sorcha lets out a sound of relief that turns to panic.
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