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 19, 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.


Tetradore listened on in silence as Henry so clearly fought with those emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. In truth, he could empathize with the boy. He'd felt a familiar sense of guilt upon leading Isolt to her doom, upon standing by in silence while Risque ravaged her form and the girl's once blue eyes stared up at him as she died in front of him. He was still making an effort to make up for that evening in which he'd helped murder her. Even to this day. He doubted that feeling would hardly cease within his metaphorical son anytime soon though, he didn't need the boy falling apart here either, not yet at least. "It's okay, you know now and you're doing something about it before it led to anyone's death." That, he was sure, was the most important part. The ma's boyfriend was still alive. They still had a chance. Hell, he still had a chance to make things right. And Tetradore would be there to help.

A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore quite nearly ordered that those nights of the full moon were spent with him alone. That response he was given was met with but a soft sigh. "No, Henry. The Ark. The place I told you to find me. Down at the end of the pier. Giant floating ship. You'd have to be blind to miss it." He was, perhaps, being a bit sardonic, though Tetradore was not entirely used to being questioned. He'd forgotten what it was like to deal with those who were oblivious both to his status as pack master and as that westside shipping czar of sorts. Still, he hardly took offense to it all the same - brought on surely by that teasing hint he still could detect in Henry's voice. Nevertheless, he gestured towards one of the nearby warehouses, suggesting they went inside in order to see exactly what he had to work with.

That hint of concern within the man's voice made him pause, his emerald eyes glancing back at the man before he shook his head ever so slightly. "No, no one will be here for some time. As long as you're with me, I promise I will make sure you hurt no one." It was, perhaps, a lofty promise and yet, it was entirely within Tetradore's capabilities to fulfill. He continued to walk, leading the man inside, only to call over his shoulder in the process. "I'll show you how sometime. For now, you can only shift by the full moon....or with your Alpha." Quite luckily, Tetradore was exactly that. It was only in the warmth of that warehouse that he closed that open door behind him, stepping into the middle of that space to began peeling layers of clothing from his form. Tetradore glanced at his companion, watching the man undress as he stretched out his own body ever so slightly. It was only once those clothes were nestled in a small pile on the floor that the were-king reached out for that intangible line that existed between himself and his creation, so taking it in his metaphorical grasp and, in turn, nearly ripping that skin from Henry's form. That shudder so started within his own form and yet, this transformation hardly included those hours of pain and aching that often came before hand. This one was abrupt and quick, those bones snapping and muscles twisting and, at the end of it, that ebony jaguar with those piercing green eyes emerged, settling upon his haunches to simply watch the remainder of that shift that took over his companion's body.

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