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
the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
Posted on March 21, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
Unlike his companion, Tetradore couldn't imagine a life without his feline half. Some regarded their affliction as a curse, a virus even, but he had been born with this, whatever it was. Being a were had become a part of him - he hadn't the smallest of notions on what it was like to be turned. He merely was. It was perhaps that upbringing of who he was and who he was expected to be that hardly made him exceedingly fearful of the hunter council, much less his own kind. After all that Tetradore had been through, there truthfully wasn't much that particularly made the man uncomfortable. As it was, Tetradore was entirely oblivious to this inner thought process, much less how much effort his companion was taking to avoid who or what she was. Had he been, he might have taken more interest than simply brushing off her admittance with a shrug of acknowledgement. "Every species has a distinct smell - for the animal in us anyways." He responded in a nonchalant fashion, recognizing well what it was that made it so effortlessly easy for him to detect her so carefully guarded secret.
A small shrug crossed his shoulders at her inquiry, the corner of his lips frowning ever so slightly as his nose twitched, clearly sniffing the air around them - that is, if she paid attention enough to notice. "I guess. It smells like...earth.....and the hunt." He attempted to explain, hardly able to give words to the fashion at which it stirred his inner wildcat. It was a smell he somehow innately knew, unlike the scent of some of the others that walked this earth. There was something homely about the fae. "I like it, anyways." Tetradore concluded after a moment's hesitance. He was all too willing to let the conversation shift away from her scent, a small, amused simper instead crossed his features at the unrestrained energy that seemed to burst from her lithe frame at the truth of exactly what he was. His head bobbed ever so slightly, silently confirming it.
Regardless, the pair hardly had much time to continue their conversation before the waitress had returned with three steaming plates in hand and a warm, sly grin upon her feminine features. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as he glanced over the plates before slowly turning towards the woman who offered him naught a word of explanation - instead filling a coffee cup in front of Eleanor before she disappeared into the back from where she had come. "All right - did you want to start on the grasshoppers or....this...orange looking thing...or....that noodle dish over there?" He inquired, his emerald gaze still sweeping over the spread in a quisitive fashion.
