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 the one that you loathe


Posted on October 13, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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It was not often, truly, that the feline gave into such decidedly animalistic actions. So often, he exercised complete control over himself, whether it was in human flesh of ebony fur. It was a skill granted through no measure of his own dejecting tale of torment. In fact, Tetradore hardly was even aware of that momentary mishap, his paw falling to the sand but moments after the massive behemoth so slid into the inky blackness and towards the prized pearl that Tetradore intended to take for himself. It was such a simple action, that so managed to reign in those nearly instinctual desires and yet, it took but a second till the ebony feline found himself too crossing those far too frigid waters behind that reptilian form. Usually he avoided the Sound they found themselves within, the temperature wholly displeasing to his short, ebony fur, sinking into his skin to so cause a shudder to move down his spine. And yet, despite such distest, some sacrifices were entirely required for such a beauty. It was an effort he was willing to put forth. It was with care that Tetradore navigated those lakes, carefully avoiding any such attention from the men upon that boat as he clung to the edge of that ivory hull, following it further back towards the stern.

His voice so reached out to his companion, informing her of his own observations on the crew as they went about whatever their nightly rounds consisted of. He hardly bothered to harp on her any further, however, simply falling into silence as the woman made her way around her own side of the boat. Silence was, after all, all too befitting of the Western King, the man preferring few words over the empty eloquent speeches some were so prone to provide. It was her quiet inquiry that saw Tetradore shake his head ever so slightly, the motion causing only the smallest of ripples on the surface of the ocean, the sound entirely unnoticeable against the thud of the waves against the hull of the ship. "I do not see him, he's likely in the cabin beneath." He offered entirely assured the man was likely somewhere on such boat. After all, Tetradore had only dropped off his shipment several hours before - retribution, it would seem, came all too swiftly when the panther was slighted. Idiot should have left instead of taunting him with his impertinence. "Try not to kill him though, if it pleases you. I'd rather he knew what happens should he attempt to screw me over again."

It was only that instruction he saw fit to provide her with before again waiting with some measure of patience as she readied herself upon the swimming platform of the boat. He could sense her, as she so glided onto the stern, sliding with a skill that came with years of mastery and yet, he remained treading water where he was, awaiting that singularly uttered word that so filled his mind. His own paws were tossed upside that swimming deck, his powerful muscles so pulling his body from the depths of that blackness before he crouched for but seconds, his powerful haunches so throwing his black form forward in a mad dash towards his designated side of the boat. It was hardly difficult for his claws to grab purchase upon the man's jacket, so taking him down with him as his jaws parted to bite with a cold hearted frenzy. He could hear the shout of the man, knowing well it would draw his companion and yet, he entirely had faith that the man would run straight into that colossal form of the reptilian woman somewhere on the other side of the boat.

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