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 April 20, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

A small nod was all that was given towards Samantha in promise that he would still be here when she returned. After all, this was his home, it wasn't as if he intended to go anywhere else. Still the man took the opportunity to retreat to the warmth and comfort of his own suite, allowing the girls to return to Raven's room without his unnecessary continued presence. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips as he settled on the leather couch, one arm falling over his eyes. The adrenaline from the fights below had since left him with nothing but a sore shoulder and the weight of the story Samantha had told him. In truth, Tetradore had decidedly little interactions with vampires outside of Isolt. They had long since become his least favorite species after the extended time he had spent with them in his past. The last thing he wanted was another Risque occurring, especially if one of the vampires could control the other. A small shudder racked his sturdy frame for a moment at even the memory of losing control like that. It was one sensation he never wanted to feel again.

Tetradore's emerald gaze glanced up and towards the door at the feminine voice, offering Raven little more than a small nod of acceptance. "Thank you, Raven." Tetradore called behind her as the wolf turned to leave. It was rare, those glimpses of appreciation from the male, though they certainly did show their head occasionally. This was one such moment. Nevertheless, Tetradore arose from his couch, hardly sure of how much time he would have. Some women, he was aware of, tended to enjoy their showers while others were in and out faster than even he was. It was this alone time that caused Tetradore to head towards his desk sifting through some paperwork that covered accounts he kept even from Raven. Some things the man had gotten involved within for the betterment of the pack was left entirely for his knowledge alone - not that he suspected Tobias or Raven to particularly care one way or the other.

By the time the two women entered again, Tetradore was leaning back in his desk chair, two of the chair's legs balancing precariously off the ground, with his socked feet placed on the desk and his gaze steadfast upon a ship cargo manifest with it's fudged sister in his other hand. Oh the things that came in and out of the harbor. The sound of their voices, however, saw the chair fall back to all four feet with a muffled thud. A disgruntled sigh left Tetradore's lips at the mention of Tobias and their breakfast - "In that case, you may want to hide it." He muttered, remembering the last time the boy was left alone in the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning. His attention, however, quickly turned back towards Samantha, the papers on his desk quickly abandoned as he stood, moving to stand in front of her. "Are you feeling better now?" He inquired, his emerald eyes steadily upon her feminine figure.
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