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 May 30, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The large ebony feline fell with a muffled thud upon his companion, his own form entirely content to merely crush his companion with his much larger weight. His emerald eyes shifted towards Jackal himself, waiting for any indication that this had at least won him one point before he even bothered to struggle and find his footing. Unfortunately for Tetradore, he hardly had a chance to twist to his feet before he found his body pummeled by the feet of the equally as flailing leopard. A soft hiss left his lips, as if telling the boy to just remain still but he was hardly obeyed in any facet as his entire face was battered by one very large paw. He hardly expected the wet tongue that soon caressed his features shortly after, the beast automatically reacting with disgust as he tossed his body as far as he could from his companion with a sputter of hissing and grumbling. For the moment, he ignored his companion and his circling, instead focusing on refixing the fur on his maw and wiping away as much of the saliva as he possibly could with the pads of his own paws. His head shook ever so slightly from side to side, attempting to remove any final traces of wetness.

After several moments of careful grooming, the man's gaze once again resettled upon his companion, his emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly to show his own discontent at the boy's antics. And yet, despite his dissatisfaction, he hardly gave into those baited tactics as Tobias attempted to lunge towards him. Tetradore was surely capable of being particularly patient. His own life before his reuniting with Tobias had often placed him in situations just as these - he was entirely used to sitting still for hours on end and equally so for any sort of feigned efforts to attack. A soft growl left the creature's lips as he continued to carefully eye his companion, his body remaining entirely still as he waited for what he was certain would, eventually, come next. That final forward barrel, however, had enough speed nestled behind it that Tetradore was entirely assured that this was the moment he was waiting for. It also seemed like an attack that took entirely too much effort to combat. A small frown formed at the corner of his lips as he contemplated his options in those precious seconds that existed before collision. In the end, however, Tetradore decided that this required far too much athleticism then he was presently willing to provide and so, in spite of the rules that Tobias had already broken, Tetradore merely disappeared.

The feline reappeared perched on the ropes that surrounded the ring, his own sort of deep snickering leaving his lips as he left Tobias to merely barrel straight into relative nothingness. Eventually, maybe he'd slide into a stop and if not, Tetradore fully intended on allowing his companion to collide into the corner that he was now presently perched upon. It was, in a way, payback for the slobber he had been subjected to. He waited until the leopard came to some sort of stop before leaping off of his current post and, quite literally intending to land upon his friend. It was a rather cheap move, of that Tetradore knew far too well but he cared particularly little for fairness considering the late hour. He knew well there was a good chance the feline would move before he was able to smoosh him once again and yet, the sheer thought of catching the leopard twice in the same relative fashion was amusing enough that it was worth the shot.

(I decided to force you to post one more time and even up the score a bit before you can possibly even consider besting Tetty :-p)

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