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
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 June 24, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.
His fingers moved lightly across the screen as he pulled up that internet browser. That small black device navigated towards his favorite search engine, the were-king remotely aware of that young woman that slid against his side, clearly attempting to glance at that bright little handheld screen. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as Regan pulled that phone from his palm and yet, Tetradore hardly saw fit to scold her just yet for such an action. Instead, his emerald eyes lingered upon his phone within her fingers as she so navigated towards that image of the base of some....mountain. He eyed that picture upon the screen as she handed the phone back to him in a gesture that seemed altogether pleased with herself and her findings. Tetradore looked over that screen before his free hand gingerly reached out to hers, the man clearly trying to remember every detail of that picture. In fact, it wasn't until that sound of her voice within his mind that the man glanced upwards, his lips turning downward ever so slightly in a small frown. He supposed he should have realized that simple fact that there a void of any sort of civilization within that photo she'd shown him and yet, to be frank, he hadn't quite anticipated just how remote of a place they were traveling to.
"A village with no name?" He inquired, altogether surprised by the concept. Who lived in a village and did not decide to name it? How did they get mail if that place was hardly even on a map? Furthermore, he could only assume what sort of people lived there. They were either venturing someplace entirely uncultured...or someplace filled with people who simply didn't want to be found. Neither, frankly, seemed very promising. A soft sigh left his lips as he slid his phone back into his pocket, his head bobbing as his eyes closed, letting his own element so envelope him. Those shadows raced to his call and soon, that feeling of vertigo so tugged at him as they disappeared from the warm comfort of his own room, reappearing underneath the shadow of that mountain. The darkness of night so surrounded them with but the light of the moon overhead. It took Tetradore's emerald eyes a few moments to adjust to that sudden darkness before he slowly dropped Regan's hand. "A legendary sword in the middle of nowhere...huh?" He commented softly, hardly expecting a response even as he gazed up through that forest that so dotted that mountain. Well, a sword was what she wanted, so a sword she would so get. Tetradore gestured lightly for her to lead the way, the man fully expecting to follow.
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