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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on January 08, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

That trail of blood that ran from the front door of the Ark to the nurse's station was altogether hard to ignore, quite clearly speaking of someone suffering from some grave wounds. It was hardly difficult for him to tell whom it might be. After all, he knew well where the core members of his pack were, the only one missing was Raven herself. It was that simple knowledge alone that saw Tetradore venture into that room, that stark brightness caused him to blink, his eyes readjusting as he commented on her attempts to mend her self. That rebuttal only saw him scoff, grumbling with the same bluntness in response, "Good thing I came now instead of later then." Doing them right the first time was far better than undoing her fumbling attempts and redoing it all together. He took the antiseptic and gauze from the young woman, the Alpha falling entirely silent as his fingers worked on her slender, damaged frame. Tetradore had been entirely serious when, months before, he had told her that she was apart of his family and yet, even this was not enough to make the man ignore the simple fact that he'd been awoken from that altogether peaceful slumber.

He thought particularly little of the girl's silence while he worked, entirely oblivious of the anxiety and shame and fear that so filled her as her eyes remained trained upon the floor. He had little desire to ask her of what happened, already well aware it was not his business unless she made it so. His lips did, however, press together just a bit firmer as her frame began to shiver beneath his touch, clearly indicating her system was going into shock. She needed to rest, she needed time to heal and regain that blood she'd clearly lost. Tobias was going to be downright irritable for the next few days, discovering her like this - not to mention how utterly aggravating it had been to get the deviant to give the girl some room last time that she had been hurt. This was becoming quite a problematic recurring theme. His hands move purposefully from her wrists to her neck before shifting down to the girl's ankles and, in turn, moving upwards towards her leg. By this point, and thanks to his own extensive experience with not only creating but too harboring such wounds, it wasn't incredibly difficult for the man to glean some notion of what had occurred, at least in some vague fashion.

His emerald eyes glanced upwards as she abruptly broke that silence that existed between them, even if his mending of that wound hardly ceased as he listened. The anxiety the girl had of her father's existence was quite near palpable and yet, it hardly prompted much of a reaction from the were-King at all. Instead, his bare shoulders merely rolled in a way of a shrug. He fell back to silence for a few moments, considering what was before him before his lips parted to respond gruffly, "You're father would be an idiot to come here. Tobias and I have yet to be bested, together or alone, your father certainly isn't going to be the man who managed that feat." It sounded egotistical, perhaps, and yet, Tetradore merely observed it as fact. He had managed, finally, to defeat the only sole he had ever feared, with Risque gone, there was little stopping him. Her dad, no matter what he had done to her, was surely nothing in comparison to the men that she surrounded herself with now. After all, he had seen Raven's past, he had seen what her father was capable of and, frankly, he wasn't terribly impressed.
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