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

there's a place in the dark where the animals go


Posted on June 11, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The were-king had hardly forgotten about Davante Dorian and his witch sister, much less the small box he'd fetched for the pair from some Southern country that had caused his hair to stand on end and the metal in the room to move as if it had been given a soul and free will of it's own. He had made good money off of that particular deal and yet, the man had altogether dropped out of existence - until this morning. Tetradore had been entirely surprised to find Davante's phone number flash across the display of his cell phone and even further surprised by the request the man had in store. Tetradore had agreed willingly enough to allow this exchange to take place within the hull of his ship, the man caring particularly little for whatever illicit good required fights as a cover for the hand off. He had never been particularly the moral type - turning a blind eye or even actively engaging in any activity that didn't include some kind of live shipment. He had no intention of getting involved in tonight's activity beyond simply harboring the pair as the transaction took place. And then, for the rest of the day, Tetradore had simply forgotten about it all together - until that night.

Davante had informed him slightly of the woman he was sending to collect the goods - she was a spitfire, confident, and exotically stunning. The description, however, hardly did the woman justice when she stepped into the bowels of his cargo ship. It had taken him a moment to find her amongst the usual crowd from his position above them, his emerald gaze momentarily following her as she so diligently searched for the man that she certainly wouldn't find. A soft breath left his lips as he glanced down to the briefcase next to his leg, his head shaking ever so slightly. Of course something like this would happen - and as a show of good faith with his business relationship with Davante, of course Tetradore found himself caught in a position where it was necessary to involve himself with this. Frankly, he could hardly believe that Davante's contact had done something nearly so stupid within the first place - but who was he to decide whom was worth the trouble and whom, or what, was not.

Tetradore reached down to pluck the bag from the floor, the man turned and descended down the metal steps and into the throng below. The crowd, as they so naturally did, nearly split around the man as he made his way towards the woman though they were quick to return to the fights that so dragged them here on a nightly basis. Tetradore paused in front of the Egyptian female, his gaze briefly scanning her before he inquired, "Askaree is it?" He asked, continuing only when he was given some show of confirmation, "Your contact has, unfortunately become otherwise...indisposed. He thought he could take on a python and I'm afraid he lost. He's in the back unconscious but, I believe this is what you came here for." Tetradore held out the briefcase towards the young woman, not particularly perturbed with the condition of whatever laid inside. After all. It wasn't his business. Tetradore merely specialized in the transport of such goods, even if, it would seem, it was from one individual to another across the span of his own damn ship. Davante sure as hell have better been grateful for this. "Did you have something in return for him? We'll ensure it gets to him whenever he should happen to wake. I'm afraid my witch is not on duty for tonight to assist in his recovery."

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