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 July 12, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me


Picking up life where he had left it had hardly been any easier for the were King then it had for his pack at large. In fact, Tobias himself was the only soul who truly seemed to transition in a fashion that was totally effortless. It was a shift he was almost jealous of. His contracts had to be picked up where they left off, those more illicit ones still had ran in his absence under the ever diligent eyes of those other shipping boats he employed. Kinks had to be ironed out, relationships resecured and worries put at ease. It had taken Tetradore longer than he cared to admit to see to it that his empire had returned to its state prior to his death and yet, slowly but surely, it did just that. A soft breath left his lips as he eyed that desk calendar in front of him. Next week would surely be busy once again with another shipment coming in the harbor but - today, and this weekend, were blissfully empty. Perhaps, at some point this weekend, he might be able to sneak away from some time to himself but, primarily, Tetradore had every intention of fulfilling his promise to that young woman whom had taken his return to the Ark so roughly.

Even now, truly, he scarcely understood what had bothered her so greatly of his return but, if this little trip made things right with her, then Tetradore was willing to spend the time. The man nestled further down into his chair, his feet propped up on his desk as he folded his arms over his chest, a small yawn crossing his lips. He knew well he had promised the girl they would leave by noon - with enough time to see the splendors of the park by day and too enjoy the nightlife when the moon rose but maybe, just maybe, he had enough time to fit a nap in there somewhere. His eyes had only just fluttered closed when the sound of his door opening caused a small groan to leave his lips. He gaze fluttered open with some measure of regret as he watched the young woman near bound into his office looking far happier than he was certain he had ever seen her. His eyebrow rose as she approached him, placing those papers upon his desk before she began speaking rather quickly of all the things she wanted to do.

His sluggish mind only half heartedly kept up with the girl, his intense emerald eyes settled upon her as her words suddenly stopped, her whole demeanor changing almost sheepish and anxious. The shift alone made the man roll his eyes and yet, he said nothing of it as he slowly pulled his feet off his desk. Really, he thought she knew him well enough by now that her excitement shouldn't have made her so nervous around him. Furthermore - what did that say about how she thought of him? He pushed those thoughts from the forefront of his brain as he replied in an entirely nonchalant fashion, "Sure, Raven, we can do whatever you want." After all, the day was her's to waste away however she saw fit. Tetradore moved around his desk, holding his hand out to her with that eternal look of apathy upon his features. "Are you ready to go then?" He inquired, simply waiting for her touch before he stole them both away and into the warmth of the sunshine.

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