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

yes you must and i knew you did


Posted on July 09, 2016 by Tobias
West


Tetradore's insistence that he not take his frustration out on the ring falls upon deaf ears. Tobias entirely content to blame the pole for the manner in which it had struck him- his mind seemingly assured that it alone is to blame despite it's status as a relatively inanimate object. Any further destruction of the ring itself however, is surely prevented by the continuation of their fight, Tobias disappearing from beneath his chosen Alpha in the moments in which Tetradore seeks to land atop him, twisting the mans power back upon himself to bring his own spotted form down upon the feline now beneath him. It is a truly rare success. To defeat Tetradore at any game was a difficult task, let alone one that so readily encouraged any battle skills- an area they both excelled within and yet such a victory is all the more meaningful to the boy. He makes no effort to stop his companion from teleporting away from him, a series of satisfied purrs already erupting from within his chest in delight at this outcome.

The panther is ignored for several more moments as he works to groom his fur back into place, Tobias rarely ever bothering with such a thing and indeed in this moment his mind is far more fixated upon his newfound victory as the Leopard very near proceeds to strut several times around the ring. Even if only Alisha saw fit to applaud, Jackal already attempting to repair the slashed pole within the far corner as Tobias continues his victory lap. His each and every action is purposeful, the boy entirely aware his companion looks on. Ego, it would seem, is not a personality trait he lacks. Heavy paws at last carry him back towards the panther, Tetradore's lashing tail and prickled fur more than enough to warn the younger cat against his companion's bad mood and yet he has not forgotten the deal they had made. It was Tetradore, after all, whom had taught him the art of gambling- his cunning mind having relished this idea of gaining something by offering something in return. Both men, perhaps, having something of a weakness for this sort of game. Tonight however, Tetra had lost and it is Tobias' turn to be Alpha.

Stay here.

He affords the panther a single command before bounding suddenly away, leaving Tetra to continue grooming his fur (or giving him a chance to hide but Tobi will find him). Tobias is gone for no more than several minutes, bounding back into the garage-like level of the ship, a large crate of sorts dangling from his jaws- one filled to the very brim with a multitude of toys. The Leopard, it would seem, has brought the best of his possession to share with his companion tonight, spilling them out and onto the deck before Tetradore as his lips pulling into a catish grin.

Tobi is...Alpha.....so Tetra must.....play....no more sleeping.

It is sure to be a decidedly long evening.


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


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