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 March 17, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.


That nearly nagging sensation had been tugging at the back of his head for nearly an hour now, even if the were King was content enough to simply ignore it for some time. Such sensations were hardly peculiar, those intangible strings existed between himself and each member of his pack and yet, this one had remained altogether still and silent for months now. He had little notion of what his protege had been up to since he'd met the man in the bar, Tetradore entirely willing to keep that promise he'd made to the man even if Henry had hardly seemed to care. Now, however, it was quite clear that something had happened - something that caused the man to call for him. Tetradore had hoped the man might have shown up around the Ark and yet, it became increasingly clear that either he'd forgotten those instructions on where the were could be found or, perhaps more likely, he was oblivious of the way he nearly desperately called for his creator's presence. Still, there was a growing sense of responsibility within the King - he refused to let his Vector down. Not this time.

It was with a soft sigh of determination that Tetradore tugged that leather jacket closer towards his frame as he stepped out of the large floating cargo ship. Though spring was just around the corner, it was still much too cold for the man's preference, making this trip outdoors yet another reason he'd seen fit to simply wait idly within the warmth of his home. Regardless, Tetradore found himself trailing after that metaphorical thread that so attached the man to his creation, following those instincts than anything else. It was hardly long before he was presented with the back of the blond haired stranger. He knew particularly little about the man, his name, his likes or dislikes, his aspirations...hell, all Tetradore knew was that he liked whiskey and, more importantly, he was his. His hands were jammed deep into his pockets as stepped alongside that crate. Those emerald eyes shifted down towards the man, a small frown settled on his features. "You look like shit. What happened?" He inquired, his tone decidedly blunt and yet, this time he took a different angle at the man in front of him, this time, Tetradore was willing to simply listen rather than demand Henry come to terms with what he'd become.

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