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

:: Into These Animals We Grew ::


Posted on June 15, 2014 by Tobias
West
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It is getting later, darker, the sun beginning to set assuring the dark haired deviant that his time is running out, every growing slither of darkness seeming to cause an even greater panic as he hurries to eat the meal Lucian has left out for him. He is barely given to pause and chew, swallowing chunks of beef while studiously ignoring the vegetable meal the older man has attempted to hide within his latest payment, their deal assuring Tobias is paid three nights a week with whatever food he commands, allowing Lucian to live within his territory in return, the boy acting as something of a guard for the armoury- at least, when he is able, his new found lifestyle assuring any time outside of Syn is a precious thing, his freedom momentary- if not an utter lie in itself, the boy already having learned that escaping was frowned upon that it was far better to be back upon his mistresses bed where he is supposed to be then to be caught and dragged back by her 'friends'. Perhaps however, it is the coming full moon that has seen the boy become restless, Risque's deep sleep taken as the perfect opportunity to escape through his beloved bathroom window and relish in the scarce few hours he had achieved- though at what price remains to be seen. He does not return for any true fear of the woman, not really, more so- he returns each time he attempts an escape simply because he will not leave his companion. He had lost Tetradore for near 16 years- he will not leave him behind again, will protect him, in whatever way he can from dangers even he does not understand.

He is alone within the warehouse this coming evening, the tall, lanky man reaching to rip free his t-shirt and storm-coloured grey jeans, a favoured pair and gift from Lucian, searching frantically for the Syn-approved clothing he had been issued and was expected to wear, a ridiculous near see-through shirt and leather pants near impossible for him to move within, perhaps making his brief escape that much more miraculous, struggling to get any of the clothing upon his lean form before he moves to catch the window ledge near the hammock he has once spent every night within, vaulting out and onto the roof, bare feet silent upon the corrugated iron as he moves upon the boundaries of his own territory, the west side marked and known entirely as his own amongst many of the cities inhabitants, the boy far more powerful then the average Were, his power seemingly continuing to grow with each passing day, having surpassed his other pack mates and yet he remains content to yield to Tetra alone. His quick, light movement is suddenly paused, feet halted atop the roof as a sudden change in the wind sees the young man frown. Even within his human form his senses remain attuned, this scent foreign, not that of anyone he has approved to be within his lands and as such he moves to investigate, dark chocolate eyes narrowed upon the sight of the woman whom rests within the shadows of the warehouse as he appears above her, looking down towards her as she counts her money, eyes settling upon those green bills.

He hardly understands what they are for, more so, understands only that Nadya wants them, seeming delighted whenever he should manage to bring her any and as such the money has suddenly become his target. The creature below him is a Were, of this much he is assured, the girl having trespassed into his clearly marked territory, either oblivious to his marks, else new to the city and unaware of his....reputation, a growl readily coiling within his throat, the skin of his neck readily irritated by his collar, the one item he has not worked out how to remove, unable to work the clasp, much to Risques probable delight as his muscles tense and coil, a smirk lacing his features, a snicker of sorts erupting from within before he rather suddenly lunges from the rooftop, landing with graceful ease to the side of the woman, lunging forward as soon as his feet grass the earth, snatching a chunk of the cash from her hand before springing away once more in a manner only a cat really can, one had snatching the branch of the single, near dead-tree nearby before he swings up and into it with a childishly wicked grin- leaving the she wolf nearly empty handed upon the earth as he reclines back atop his branch, one long leg folding over the other- teasing the silly mongrel now, despite the fact he is the one in the ridiculous clothing, dark eyes slicing towards her, having failed to recognise the girl he has not seen in so many, many years despite the similar hue to her skin and darkness of her hair.

"Mine."

What else needs to be said?



my claws are long and sharp my lord
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