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 April 24, 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.


A soft breath left Tetradore's lips at that reaction he was presented with, his head simply shaking ever so slightly at that clear disgruntledness within Henry's voice. By nature, Tetradore was hardly a patient soul and yet, for Henry alone he was willing to put aside his usual brash nature. It took him a moment to steady that irritation before the man saw fit to speak in a voice that was very near the definition of placidity, "Obviously there is little we can do now of the past Henry, I wasn't scolding you...just trying to make sense of your condition as much as you are." Reassurance was certainly not Tetradore's specialty and yet, he was attempting all the same. After all, the man was all too aware of what Henry had lost, just as he was aware of, to some degree, what Henry had done as that feral feline. He couldn't help but to feel as if all of this was still his fault, enough to prompt the were King to be far more understanding then he might have normally been. Still, he tried to offer Henry some sort of hope, offering the suggestion that, as he shifted more frequently, that feline might, one day, become one with that mortal man.

Inquisitively, Tetradore found himself inquiring as to whether or not Henry had a control upon himself, a notion so toying with the man's mind. He knew well how utterly afraid Henry was of this other part of his life. It was a notion Tetradore disliked. After all, it could be liberating at times and the man fully intended to show his companion that very freeing side of being wild. The man's response that he didn't trust himself, however, only caused yet another sigh to leave his lips. He would also have to work on the man's confidence....but for now, he was quite sure of himself, at least. "Come on." He stated, pushing his weight against that door to shove it open. He glanced back at his companion before gesturing outside. "We'll go to the forests, okay? There's usually few people there and...then you could really enjoy being a panther." There was a small glimpse to his emerald eyes, one of near mischievousness at the idea of those acres of trees - of simply being allowed to run and hunt and enjoy the quietude. It calmed the man's soul and, hopefully, Henry would find some enjoyment in it too.

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