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 June 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.


Tetradore had hardly truly expected her to win. He had given her the possibility of it, surely, but he hadn't thought she'd actually seize it. There were many souls who entered that ring the first time and simply could stomach the cruelty of harming another soul. There were many who wound up pulverized on the padded floor of that ring - vowing never again to enter. She, on the other hand, had embraced that world he'd so thrown her into. She'd used those hooves to crush those bones and maim her opponent in ways he hadn't thought she would. In a way, it was a shame, if only for that simple enjoyment he would have gotten from crushing that sassy demeanor and yet, Tetradore was willing to admit he was wrong, in some way. Hardly a word left his lips as the crowd surrounding him screamed their glee at her triumph. He watched as those staff members rushed onto the metaphorical battle field with those healing potions in hand and the clothes of each of the participants. He waited until the pair were both dealt with before lifting that rope that surrounded the outer edge of the ring for that newfound victor.

That offer of liquor was upon his lips as she stepped from the depths of that ring and yet, that half hearted shrug only made the man raise his eyebrows ever so slightly. Her voice was near a squeak as she asked for that hard liquor and though he tried, he could hardly help the way the corners of his lips twitched in amusement. "Certainly." He commented as they made their way towards the bar, a small flick of his wrist was all that was necessary before the bartender rushed towards him. "The Bacardi, give me the bottle. Two glasses." The bartender ran off to fetch that bottle from it's place, tucked away in the back shelves. Soon enough, those glasses were placed before him. His fingers reached forward to pluck the top from the bottle, pouring it into those glasses with their crisp, cold ice cubes. The were King glanced up with a hint of surprise at that inquiry that left her lips, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in the wake of that request. It was...certainly unexpected. He considered that question for a long moment before, eventually, a small shrug crossed his shoulders, "I suppose so."

He hadn't the slightest notion of what she had to 'figure out', though really it wasn't within him to pry. "I think that's enough for tonight though, okay, birthday girl?" He leaned back within his seat, slightly rotating that glass within his hand so the ice clinked against the edges. "So - did you have a party? Cake? Presents? Whatever it is girls do?" He might not care of what she had to figure out but there was a part of him that was curious of what she had done for her twenty-first birthday beyond the Ark. After all, Tetradore had never truly celebrated his birthday since he was ten. Risque had never truly been the kind to worry of such frivolous things and truthfully, he would have cringed at the thought of what her "present" would have consisted of anyways. No, it was far better to simply live this special day vicariously through someone far younger and far less tormented by the world than he had ever been.

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