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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on March 11, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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His weakness had always been his family. From the beginning his family had meant everything to him, even from a young age. Loosing them had been devastating for the poor man, it was a travesty his mistress had once seen fit to remind him of nearly constantly until that gleeful and terrifying moment he realized that not all of them were nearly as dead as he first thought them out to be. It was no secret that his relationship with his sibling was tense. She had grown up in a world entirely separate of him, thought to be the last surviving heir of their bloodline. It was that nearly righteous upbringing had certainly caused a peculiar rift between them and yet, at the end of the day, despite everything. She was still all he had left of a world that had been torn from him. Tetradore had listened in silence as she explained her relationship with the only man he'd ever forbid her strictly from seeing and yet, he could hardly hide that twitch of his eyebrow in annoyance. In a way, he certainly understood the precarious position she was placed in but he also couldn't deny those overprotective instincts that quite nearly demanded she see the man in the same fashion that he did.

His head shook ever so slightly, "He has quite literally declared war on us, I can't let you keep seeing him. Not when he already threatened me with harming you. You understand that don't you? Despite how kind he may seem to you, Nadya, he came to me with promises to kill you." Tetradore could scarcely understand why she too failed to see how much he treasured her, that this even perhaps idle threat was one he couldn't afford to ignore.Tetradore reached forward, letting his fingertips brush a stray lock behind her ear. "I can't let him take you." He muttered softly, as if hoping maybe those simple words might somehow bring light to those he so particularly struggled with. For so long he'd been taught that to love was a weakness. Caring for another only brought their demise - regardless of if it was Risque or Frost. In the end, such care always hurt him.

A soft sigh left the man's lips at the mention of his best friend, Tetradore stepped away, shaking his head ever so slightly. "I don't think you're quite giving him the credit he deserves. You yell at him and expect him to understand and he doesn't and rather than teaching him you simply get impatient at him. This is a lesson you need to learn Nadya, what are you going to do when the twins are two? You should know better then to expect that to work. He may look like a man but he's no different the dog but even dogs can be taught. They can be loyal, steadfast, obedient if you're willing to work with them instead of against them." The man paused, his head tilting to the side as he eyed his sister wearily. "Let me help you. Move into the Ark, we have a whole room that's been set up for you from the beginning. Let me teach him." It was perhaps finally time for Tetradore to step up - as a brother, as an uncle, and maybe even as a alpha. Perhaps now, he was finally ready for the responsibility he had uncertainly been thrust within - or at least, he damn well intended to try.

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