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
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 meaner then my demons
Posted on August 30, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
A small glimpse of affection crossed the features of the usually stoic were creature as he ruffled the hair of the young woman that so gleefully beamed up at him. It was inquisitive, in a fashion, that she was often so submissive and so solitary that this simple admittance that she was one of them could so bring out such glee. Had she truly thought she was an outsider all this time? That the time he'd spent with her in his own study was not in some way meaningful? Did she not realize that he did, in some fashion or another trust her? When he truly relied on so few. Still, a small simper crossed his features as Raven admitted not only of Tobias' affections for him, but also the simple way that her newfound title so seemed to elate her. He knew of these things, to some degree, of course. Tobias more often than not gravitated around him, following his every sentence without hesitation and in return, Tetradore made a point to ensure he hardly took advantage of the boy. He remained patient and steadfast where others did not if only because, in some ways, Tobias did the exact same for him. His relationship with Raven, at the core, was hardly any different - or so he had thought.
"I'm glad." He muttered back softly to the girl's exuberant sentence, letting her step away from his grasp perhaps as quickly as she had come and sadly, in turn, their conversation too turned back to a more serious note. A soft sigh left the man's lips as she uttered so assuredly that whatever occurred, she was willing to endure the were-panther's wrath. Her willingness to be subjected to such pain made the man entirely uncomfortable, causing him to shift ever so slightly against the door frame he had once so casually leaned against. "I would rather not have to." He admitted simply, his lips pressed together ever so slightly. "I know you can handle it Raven, but I will do my best to see that you don't have to." At the center of that apathetic man was a rather warm heart, the beast far more self sacrificing of those whom he truly cared for then he often let on. Somewhere along the line, Raven had earned herself a spot within that tight knit circle, regardless of the traits that made her perhaps as volatile as her own mate.
He listened half heartedly as she continued to speak, his own body surely as tired as she had noted him being and briefly the man reached up to quite literally wave off her concern - right up until she got to that one dreaded word. Uncle. His whole body suddenly frozen, his emerald eyes widening ever so slightly as he stared at her unabashedly. "Please kill me now." The words fell so deadpan from his lips at even the thought of more of Tobias' children running around the ark, especially when his sister's own demeanor with hers so seemed to be a point of strife for the man. To contend with two women pregnant from the same man made him outwardly cringe. It was only that sound of that girlish giggle that so caused him to realize that, perhaps, she wasn't entirely serious with him and nearly immediately his features scowled. "Jesus Christ, Raven." He grumbled, his head reaching up to rub his temples. Unfortunately, Tetradore hardly got any reassurance from the words that fell from her lips as she turned to retreat down the hallway. For a long moment, Tetradore simply stared at her form, as if trying to decide if she was truly that ignorant or only toying with him further. This was, he decided after a long moment of silence after she shut the door behind her, an issue for tomorrow evening.
