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

I guess I do then, if I must


Posted on June 26, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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The ebony feline could not deny the small simper the tugged at his features, flashing his canines at the entirely human gesture. His tail lashed from side to side, a snickering sound leaving his feline vocal cords as he watched his companion struggle to cease what had been a rather forceful barreling towards the pole he now stood upon. His emerald gaze glanced down at his best friend with a clear hint of amusement etched in the vibrancy of his irises and yet, he hardly lingered particularly long upon the edge of the pole. He knew far too well the intelligence his companion held and equally was assured in the boy's abilities to quickly regain his composure - especially in such fighting games such as the one they currently engaged within. He crouched upon the top of the pole, fully intending to leap down only to find his support unceremoniously assaulted. Tetradore's head tilted to side as he watched the way slashed at the pole as it had angered him with it's existence. His gaze shifted briefly at Jackal's shouting, the man momentarily felt guilty for his actions if only because it was clear the Mexican man had worked hard on putting together the ring they were only just beginning to destroy.

"You shouldn't take it out on the ring." Tetradore responded nearly immediately to his companion's voice echoing within his head, his paws launching his large form from the top of pole he balanced upon with the clear intent to finish this lest Jackal's hard work was even further ruined. Unfortunately for Tetradore, his goal was never actually going to be achieved - at least, not how he wanted it to be. Instead of landing upon his spotted companion, Tetradore found his feet hitting the padded springed floor of the ring, his mind instantly understanding this absence of the feline. Fucker stole his power. A soft hiss left his lips, and yet, it was far too late for the ebony feline to react before the leopard came crashing down from the sky only feet above him, landing with a thud upon the spine of the large jungle cat. His body quickly reacted to the additional weight, lowering ever so slightly upon the mat and yet, any hopes he had of not being deemed "knocked down" where abruptly ruined by the leopard's determination to hold him down till, eventually, his belly touched the mat.

The snarl on his lips was hardly ignored by even Jackal and yet the man hardly hesitated to declare Tobias the winner of their little match. The panther hardly bothered to attempt to throw Tobias from his hide, instead simply using the same teleportation affinity that had become such a point of contention of their match to disappear from beneath the cat and instead, settle on the opposite side of the ring. His tail lashed from side to side in annoyance, his fur prickled upon his spine ever so slightly and yet, Tetradore merely licked at his paws, cleaning his fur to return his coat back to that sleep form of perfection. He knew it was utterly pointless to argue such concepts of 'fairness' when it came to such games with the boy, he would, much to his displeasure, merely have to accept the so called "defeat" regardless of how he felt on the fight itself. It was irking, surely, though even the loss was hardly as agitating to the man as the simple fact that now he'd have to stay up all night long. He should have cheated better - maybe then he'd be heading back to curl up within his bed right now.

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