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

he'll only break your heart


Posted on November 24, 2016 by Tobias
West


He is aware, dimly, of Birdie around him. He can feel her move, hear or words and smell that scent of fear upon her that seems only to distress him all the more in his desperation to reach his most beloved of companions outside Birdie herself. His affinity extends readily, searching wildly for any sign of the man his features frowning in frustration, hands balling into fists as that frustration readily becomes agitation, aggression edging at his features and yet he understands so little of what is occurring, his mind struggling desperately to make sense of everything around him. It is that sudden snap of that bond however that so seems to push the boy over the edge entirely, the gangly, shaggy haired deviant unable to prevent that wail of sorts that spills from his lips, tears welling within those dark eyes that have not cried since his earliest days to spill down his cheeks as sobs rack his frame and he finds himself upon his knees. Samantha outside the door ceases to exist, her words unable to find any place within his mind as his hands reach towards his eyes, wiping away at that wetness he barely understands and yet this grief is...overwhelming. He can barely contain it much less understand it and et it hardly matters. All that matters is that he cannot find his companion, he cannot feel that bond nor seek Tetradore's presence, the man he had spent so much of his fractured life within the shadow off he cannot find and as such his very form simply responds as only it understands how, in that purely instinctive, purely human fashion- his tears running freely down his cheeks now.

He is aware of Raven as her arms embrace him, Tobias making no effort to pull away, his form leaning into her own instinctively as those sobs continue to shake his frame, hair falling about his eyes as that door opens, Samantha collapsed upon the other side of it, his mind aware of her too and yet he hardly responds for several moments. Those fractured thoughts struggle to find themselves, words muttered in no real away from his lips, his very sanity seeming to trip and stumble until that scent of Tetradore sees his head lift upward, eyes slicing to rest suddenly upon Samantha, those tears wiped against his arm still as he pulls himself ever so slightly from Ravens grasp. He can small his companion, Samantha the last thing Tetradore had touched, the panthers scent mingled with that of the horse he knew and yet it is his companions scent alone he cares for. One hand extends suddenly, resting upon that very place on Samanthas leg that Tetra had pressed against barely an hour ago, the boys features seeming to crumble once more at this realisation the man was still missing, Tobias utterly unable to stop these....emotions he cannot name.

If he understands Samantha's words he shows little sign of it, his mind readily seizing on 'Frost' and 'Aiden' and yet he cannot process such things now, her words little more then noise to him as he remains upon the floor. His head glancing upward, aware now or Alexis' arrival and yet he offers little response to it- Tobias suddenly and abruptly standing. It is Raven alone perhaps, that might so take notice of that flare of gold within the boys gaze, his features shifting ever so slightly, as if his mind seems determined to war with itself on just how to respond, Tetradore no longer here for the boy to mimic on some level to appear as those around him and yet he understands....in a different way. Tobias so suddenly seeming to take on a different role entirely, so effortlessly shifting to take Tetradore's place in a fashion and when surrounded by his pack. Tobias doing his job the very job that was so required of him. His gaze turned briefly then to Samantha. His words flawless- somehow, spoken entirely without fracture.

"It isn't your fault, not at all. Aiden makes his own choices. You're always welcome in this pack."

One hand rests suddenly on Ravens shoulder as he passes her, as if that simply touch might offer her some reassurance before that gold disappears entirely from his gaze, Tobias blinking momentarily, the boy appearing frazzled, unnerved- this sudden display of something other seemingly for Raven alone to witness else perhaps to let her know of his presence before the bare footed boy steps suddenly over Samantha and past Alexis, with a nod of sorts to the woman, Tobias striding down the hallway and into Tetradore's room, that door pressed open a moment later. It is easy then, for the lanky deviant to scramble onto Tetra's bed, the scent of him entirely strong here- that shift overcoming him near instantly until boy is replaced with leopard- the giant cat sprawled upon his Alpha's bed. His thoughts pressed to Raven's alone now. That brief moment of clarity that had so ensnared the boy abruptly disappearing once more.

I wait....here....for Tetra...to...come back.


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


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