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 February 14, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Tetradore hardly considered himself a big player within the illicit activities that went on within the Western side though he certainly had made connections during his time as Alpha. He might not have personally been involved in the selling of such commodities but his ability to get such items past customs or any other policing force had certainly caused the market goers at large to be quite friendly towards the man. He was hardly oblivious to the excitement that bubbled within the young woman at his side, his emerald eyes momentarily glancing over at her as they stood within the dark restaurant awaiting the staff. It was hardly long, however, before the pair were seated and though the menu was placed in front of him, he paid fair more attention to the fae across from him then the folded plastic with characters he couldn't even read in the first place. Her comment was answered with a dismissive shrug on his part. "I suppose. If you're around enough, people start to recognize you. it's a pretty....niche market. New faces don't stay new long." When they delved so freely in the illicit, getting to know those that passed through the marketplace became necessity rather than luxury. If one of them went down, all of them went down.

It was a concept he hardly bothered to explain in any great length, not only because he was certain she would understand the implications but also because the waitress had arrived at the side of their table, prompting a ritual of their own. He hardly commented on the woman's ordering of her coffee, after all he had promised her their adventure would hold as much wouldn't he? Instead his emerald gaze watched as the young woman squirmed, trying to find some place to get comfortable while he so lackadaisical reclined against the worn red leather booth. He waited with surprising patience till she had settled, his eyebrow rising ever so slightly at her rather abrupt words. Slowly, Tetradore's head bobbed in agreement, "I know. My sister runs fae dance club, I know what your kind smells like." There was a nearly sly simper upon his lips though if he understood the point of such an admittance he hardly seemed perturbed to provide her with the information she wanted. "A were. Though I believe what you're wanting to know is what kind?" His eyebrow raised ever so slightly, inquisitive to see if his line of thought was correct. "Panther." He admitted after a long, perhaps overly dramatic pause, entirely inquisitive to see the young woman's reaction.

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