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

when we were young our eyes were blue


Posted on September 21, 2016 by Tobias
West


The packet of plastic things Tetradore so haphazardly tosses him are caught easily within the lanky deviants hands before the boy places himself beside his companion- that packet torn upon but a moment later with far more force then he surely needed- sending a shower of them upward as those dark eyes stare in bewilderment. His bemusement in this lasts only a few moments however, his attention readily fixating upon the gate Tetradore so seemed to be attempting to build, head tilted to the side in curiosity as to what game they are playing. That black-haired creature utterly unable to understand the purpose behind the activities before him, the boy far more taken with the simple pattern of those bars that make up the gate Tetra holds, his fingers so tracing across them a moment before he holds one plastic thing up towards Nadya in question as to what it is. The sudden raised tone of Nadya's voice sees his own dark eyes widen momentarily before those features so contort into a frown as he struggles so desperately to understand entirely what it is he has done to displease her. That confusion, as it so often did, beginning to give way to frustration and irritation as he bristles- a hiss caught within his throat though he remains seated beside Tetradore all the same as one kitten so bursts into tears. The noise of it all grates against him, nonsensical words muttered from his lips as his mind so seems to waver upon that very cusp of the volatility that so characterizes the boy.

He remains seated only because his favoured companion does, the boy so wholly attuned to Tetradore's each and every action, the sudden tense hold to his Alpha's frame so assuring him of the sudden shout that echoes throughout the room, one aimed wholly at Nadya, his own dark gaze flicking towards the woman now. That lanky deviant wholly content to allow Nadya to be told off as he merely watches her, eyes drifting briefly to his own children, though he often hardly seems to recognise them as such. The instructions Nadya affords him in regards to the white things so thrust back towards him result in little more than an entirely blank stare- the boy having no idea as to what a 'socket' is, this a word he hardly knows, gaze merely searching for the cords in belief she surely wants them removed. It is fortunate, perhaps, that Tetra so moves to speak in that moment, Tobias responding far more readily to that even tone he is afforded, long fingers moving to pluck one white thing from the floor as Tetradore plugs it within the wall beside the stars.

"It is....a puzzle."

'Puzzle' perhaps, is the closet word within his vocabulary he can afford to this, his mind understanding the concept of attempting to place one piece within another, dark eyes already searching for more of these wall holes that so need filling. His gaze returning to the green of his companions own now at this challenge, a grin falling readily into place as he gathers up only more of the scattered pieces before scrambling to his feet. He has no true idea as to how long or short ten minutes is in any sense, Tobias merely proceeding to race across to the other side of the room- the boy seeming to possess a working knowledge of every power socket as he plugs one after the other in rapid succession, racing from one side of the room to the other until he is assured he has completed the task entirely. The shaggy-haired boy coming to rest between Tetradore and Nadya once more.

"Did I....win?"

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


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