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
the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
Posted on December 18, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
Tetradore could hardly help the roll of his eyes as the fae girl so declared him 'cute' when he offered her the smallest glimpse of a smile. Cute was hardly quite what he was going for and yet, he wasn't exactly one to argue. Instead, the were-king only rose from that sand to lead the girl up towards the docks, pausing only inform her exactly of his intention to so make up for the 'date' night he was presently stealing from her. Tetradore was wholly aware she had wanted nothing else than to leave the Ark behind her and spend an entire evening with him alone in the world like he'd heard normal couples do, and all the while he was leading her exactly back to the place she was attempting to pry him from. Tetradore had never claimed to be normal, much less good at this particular dating scene and yet, for some mysterious reason, she had accepted him all the same. He felt the squeeze of her hand in his, those emerald eyes so shifted towards the young woman as she leaned forward to press her lips against his cheek. Those words that left her lips brought the slightest of simper's to his lips and yet, Tetradore had every intention to so carry through with his plans.
For now, however, he was entirely content to guide her back towards his own bedroom, leading her with a kind of unfaltering confidence through the crowd. He effortlessly ignored any voices that so called to him, entirely uncaring for the Ark or the world at large. Rather, his focus in those moment's was entirely dedicated to the girl at his side, his gaze shifting briefly towards her as he led her up the stairs and towards the bedroom, that warm simper upon her features entirely reassuring him that the veritable ocean of emotions they had just passed through was but a mere, temporary distraction from what would come. He might not have seemed the most attentive but Tetradore did try, in some regards, to ensure that which she struggled with did not at least overwhelm her. Thankfully, but moments later Tetradore closed the door behind him, so effectively shutting out the world at large only to turn his attention entirely to the young fae girl in front of him. He approached her, her words reaching out to him and yet, it hardly stopped his fingers from settling on her neck as his lips pressed against hers.
He felt her pull away from him and slowly he allowed it, a questioning glimpse crossing those vibrant green eyes. The mention of her skirt, however, cause a soft snort to leave his nose as he glanced down at the fabric hanging around her legs. Tetradore reached down to let his fingers trace along the hem of her skirt. "I think that..." He started, his hands circling around her to so fiddle with the clasp. " I prefer it much better off of you." Tetradore commented, pushing the skirt to the ground to fall in a position that splayed out around her. He reached around to lift the girl up so that her legs encircled around his waist, allowing him to carry her from his bedroom entryway and towards the bed. Carefully, Tetradore placed her on those cotton sheets, leaning over her to press his lips against her neck, trailing from her chin down her throat to the base. He kicked off his own shoes, before reaching down to pull hers off and deposit them on the floor. After all, she'd hardly need those with what Tetradore intended to do to her.