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 May 15, 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 was wholly aware of that change within the young man as he brought him out and into the world at large. Where that animal half of him had once dominated his body, now there was but an unhinged man trying to find his legs. He was aware of that rather uncoordinated gait, as if Henry hadn't the slightest idea of how to move upon four legs and yet, he hardly saw a reason to comment upon it all the same. The man was trying, even he recognized that and so, rather than berate him or offer any words of encouragement, Tetradore merely made sure his pace was a tad slower than it might have otherwise been. He was willing to give Henry time to figure out things on his own, the man simply lingering if only to ensure that creature within the boy was kept at bay. However, the more streets they covered and the closer they got to that sanctuary of that forest, the more it seemed Henry found a certain sort of ease with his now primal body, that connection alone was enough to bring a hint of satisfaction within him.

There was something almost homely about that forest as they ventured deeper into those trees, the smells and sounds of nature assaulted his acute senses and yet, Tetradore seemed rather unperturbed by the whole thing. Rather, his gaze shifted slightly towards his companion as his foot falls slowed. He lowered his physique towards the ground beneath him and yet, he was entirely aware that Henry hardly seemed to notice this change at all. The boy seemed far more lost within his thoughts. It certainly didn't take mind reading to know the man was likely contemplating that soul he'd left behind, even if Tetradore knew little of his relationship with the man he'd harmed. Rather, it was that brooding nature he so intimately seemed to understand. Still, it was his job to show that there was more to that animal then it's ability to cause harm. There was fun that could be had, a oneness with the world and the pack, a family, a life. And all of it begun with a simple game of play.

His body slammed into Henry's own but moment's later before the creature leapt away from his vector. A hint of amusement filled those emerald green eyes as he watched Henry slowly come to a stand, that huff hardly ignored. Instead, the feline simply dashed several feet forward, glancing backwards to see if Henry followed. A chuffing sound reverberated within his throat as Henry's form launched into action, the feline was apparently willing to indulge him, giving chase but moments later. For a long while Tetradore was entirely content to simply run the fellow through the forest, leaping over fallen trees and boulders. That wind whipped through his hair, that moment almost freeing and yet, there was more to this then the acres of trees that ran before them. He stopped abruptly, his chest still heaving and his tongue lolled out and panting before his emerald eyes turned towards his companion. His head nodded in the direction of that small clearing, his body slowly nestling down into those bushes on the edge ."Rabbits." That voice entered ever so softly into Henry's mind as he glanced up at the man, clearly expecting him to join him. "Catch one and we'll call it good for the day." It was the sort of challenge his pack would have excelled at. Do this thing and I'll give you what you want - just as he expected Henry might want to have this feline experience come to an end.

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