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 inquiry that fell so abruptly from Henry's lips drew the man's emerald eyes, a soft sigh upon his lips. He knew the answer to that question and yet, he somehow doubted Henry was quite prepared to hear of the meticulous details of their were lifestyle. He shifted ever so slightly, mildly uncomfortable with the nearly...emotional words he intended to offer his companion. Tetradore never quite was partial to such revealing of his soul. "You and I have a....unique relationship. I'll always know when you need me....and I'll try to be....here for you, I guess." He had never truly thought of himself as a maker and yet, he could hardly help those peculiar feelings to at least make an effort for the man whose life he'd so utterly destroyed. Tetradore was all too quick to attempt to shift that conversation further on, instead inquiring after had occurred to not only bring the man here but also to produce such a dismal look to his features. They might not have been terribly close but even he could tell the difference in the man before him in comparison to the one he'd met within that bar.

He listened in silence to those words his Vector so uttered, a small frown crossing his features in the process. Tetradore knew well that last night had been the full moon, he hardly had to guess what had occurred and yet, a more prominent thought filled his mind. "Did you bite this person? Are they human?" After all, if Henry had turned another, they too would turn and be yet another part of his responsibility. The man truly had listened to nothing he'd told him. His hand slowly settled upon Henry's shoulder in an attempt to reassure the man. "We can work on that...but you have to be willing to put in the work and accept what you are now." The man had been in such a state of denial that he had, in a way, feared something of this nature would occur. Still, he wasn't going to leave his own creation out to battle the world alone. Quite on the contrary, Tetradore had every intent to be there as much as his vector both wanted and allowed him to be. It was best, he decided, to start somewhere - hopefully better than they had last time. "My name is Aiden Tetradore, you never told me yours." Names first and then he'd see about that shift and what he had to work with.

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