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'm a beggar in the morning


Posted on June 28, 2016 by Tobias
West


The large jungle cat merely continues to press into Samantha, pushing the fae girl further back and away from the wolf and panther as they collide, another snarl coiling within his throat- though he maintains his position, wrapped around Tetradore's possession. Golden eyes follow the movement of the creatures before him, flicking rapidly from one to the other, his own Hunters Instinct rapidly beginning to understand the movement patterns of each, though it is hardly through any purposeful action, his mind simply reverts to something far more predatory in these moments. Yet- the confusion that exists within is potent in this moment, the boy utterly unable to understand Raven's actions. Raven is violent, Raven does not fight, Raven understands her place. None of these thoughts are offered with disdain or displeasure, indeed they are simply the way of things, Raven seeming to have forgotten this though why he does not know. She has angered Tetradore and in turn the Leopard finds himself only growing readily more aggressive as the cacophony of snarls and roars fills the air, adrenaline rapidly flooding his own system in anticipation and yet still he holds his place.

The attempts of his chosen Alpha to force Raven into submission as Tobias himself had attempted are readily understood- the boy assured such matters are entirely over now, yet Raven simply does not stop. A hiss of disdain spits again from his lips at yet his gaze, this time, remains fixated upon Raven alone. He understands the law of the wild far more then that of any human construct. If Raven will not bow, she will surely be made too, Tobias holding little desire to see his companion hurt. She is his girlfriend, after all, one of the few females for which any sense of care or affection from within him can be drawn forward. He is made to protect her, instinct alone seeking to shield her and yet.....he cannot shield her from Tetradore. Perhaps the only other being for which he holds any true care outside of Nadya. Tetra is his favoured being, his affection for the man utterly unflinching and entirely unyielding. He had struck out at Tetradore once and only once, that lesson sharply learned and as such the spotted deviant merely holds his ground- for now. He is loath to see either hurt. He is made to protect them both.

The barest swirling of shadows erupt at Tetradore's paws, little more than a light, wispy, smoke- Tobias pressing the shadows away from himself and Samantha, his own form stretched across the girl by way of protection now, preventing the woman too, from making any attempt to involve herself. Instead, he merely allows the armour to rest at the panther's feet as Raven charges once more, prepared to draw it upward and block the wolf should his companion fail to dodge her assault. He has seen Tetradore fight many times, the boy holding little doubt in his brother's skill. Indeed Tobias is entirely assured of Tetra's victory. It is Raven he does not understand today. Another growl sent in her direction, attempting to find her mind through whatever haze had settled upon it.

Birdie.....must.....stop or Tetra will.....make stop.


madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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