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

come away to the water [spencer]


Posted on January 02, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree Bint Bahar


It was an infuriatingly cliched nuance of the sort of business she conducted that most of her clientele preferred to meet in the later hours under cover of darkness... like they were re-enacting some goddamn "Cops" episode instead of perpetrating an otherwise quite simple business transaction. All day the shop was open, a plethora of hours in which these lily-livered pests could have chosen to meander in and do their bidding instead of requesting a house call during what would have been Askaree's prime time for drunken debauchery. Which, on this marvelous eve, had been delayed unexpectedly in favor of a traipse across town that, were it not for the ample wad of cash nestled snuggly in her bra, would have resulted in a gold-medal tirade on behalf of the Egyptian minx.

Now all that was left for her to do was deposit the evening's profits at the shop and flounce her way to the nearest shit-hole pub for some refreshments and, if the pickings were good, someone to heat her sheets for a few hours. The notion itself was a pleasant one, creasing the otherwise sauve canvas of her face with an impish simper as she traversed the threshold of Arsenaal... only to find a rather familiar figure lingering behind the weathered wood of the countertop. The devilish grin only broadened, teeth raking against her bottom lip as Askaree made short work of drawing nearer to the register and, lucky her, to the dark-haired Sex Tree. She must really thank Davante for bringing this particular gentleman aboard... truly, her lady bits were positively aquiver with gratitude. Askaree was undaunted by the highly-suspected notion that she made Spencer uncomfortable, hoisting herself up onto the aged counterop with little effort and hardly-surprising grace before spinning so that she might face him.

"Good evening, Spencer," she purred, her syllables a practice in farcical formality as slender digits made a pleasant show of extracting the cash-wad from betwixt the ample globes of her breasts in order to deposit it into the cash box. No other greeting is proffered to her counterpart for a time, the silence that spreads between them accented solely by the squealching of her leather pants as Askaree crosses her long, lean legs. The slender vagabond reclines upon her hands, her glimmering mane of chocolate locks falling just so down the curves of her shoulders. Quiet stock is taken of her coworker before she chooses to goad him ever so gently. "At the risk of interrupting what I'm sure has been a positively rivetting evening for you, might I lure you out for something a little more... titillating?"



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