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 March 11, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

His emerald eyes stared steadfast at the peculiar blue and red colored vase in front of him, studying it with a hint of suspicion despite the plethora of foot that surrounded them upon the banquet table. The vase settled in the center of it all was somehow of the utmost importance to the man. He turned his head to the side, watching the vase out of the periphery of his vision. Yup. That vase was definitely moving. He stepped closer towards it, reaching out cautiously with one single finger to touch it only for the blue and red colors to scatter in front of him. A frown marred his features as he leaned closer, and suddenly the peculiar creatures covering the vase became larger, their bodies more distinct and noticeable. They had the eight legs of spiders but the front claws of crabs and suddenly, without reason, Tetradore had to have one. He hardly even questioned himself as he found a net on the banquet table, reaching out to nudge at the vase to get one. They were feisty buggers, running away at his very touch and so he nudged harder until the vase wiggled, wobbled, and crashed.

His eyes fluttered open with a grunt on his lips as his body was nudged sharply by hands his waking mind couldn't quite make sense of. His hand reached out to brush away the body, his thoughts still focused on those bizarre creatures and the vase. He rolled, entirely startled to find himself face to face with another person and for a moment the man jerked backwards, still trying to comprehend the situation he found himself in. His mouth parted, a yawn echoing in the stillness of his room and slowly he reached up to rub his one eye. "It's just the crab spiders, go to back to bed" He muttered softly and though it was entirely a nonsensical sentence that left his mouth, to Tetradore it made perfect sense. His emerald gaze closed once again, entirely intending to return to that wonderland banquet if it wasn't for the now much louder insistence of Tobias' voice. "Okay, okay, okay." Tetradore grumbled, rolling towards the edge of the bed if only to stop and look at the clock on his bedside table.

Another groan left his lips at the time but Tetradore hardly protested any further. After all, all he had to do is go downstairs and prove to Tobias there was no ghost...or intruder...or anything and then he could go back to his dream of...wait, what had he been dreaming about again? His head shook ever so slightly as he glanced back at his companion. "It is not." He protested before standing up and heading towards the door, his hand reaching up to run through his hair in the process. "Come on, let's go see about your damn ghost." He muttered, stepping out into the cool hallway and the darkness of the night with a frown on his features. His bed was so much warmer than this. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn't he have just ignored the boy and pretend to be asleep....or dead...or something.

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