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 19, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
His flesh was stained red, changing even the hue of the water that cascaded down his naked figure. A small frown marred his masculine features, his emerald gaze inspecting his skin and he did his best to scrub the blood away. Tetradore couldn't count how many nights before this one he'd been in this exact same situation - free to spend his evening has he saw fit because he'd pleased his mistress, pleased her sadistic nature with the death of another soul. He used every ounce of hot water the club held within it's depths to cleanse himself from the sin he'd committed. His skin felt raw by the time he stepped out of the shower and even then it hardly mattered. He swore he could still see pink under his short fingernails, he swore he could still taste the man's hot blood within his mouth. The entire room was steamy by the time he was done, not that Tetradore particularly cared either way. He hardly had want to see himself in the mirror, he didn't want to be reminded of the monster he'd become, the one his family seemed so oblivious of. For a brief moment Tetradore fell half heartedly onto his plush mattress, failing immediately to find any comfort within the luxury he was surrounded with, beauty that was built on the death of others.
It was only natural for the were panther to seek comfort on his roof top solace, emerging from the darkness of Syn with exhaustion lacing his frame. His loose shirt ruffled within the gentle caress of the evening zephyr, his jeans comfortably fitting his masculine figure. His feet, however, remained bare as he padded across the cool cement. Tetradore paused as a feminine figured entered the sight of his attentive emerald gaze, his lips pursing ever so slightly in a small frown. He had little hope of seeing the feisty witch again although he certainly had hoped they might meet under better circumstances. A part of him was concerned that there was a splotch of blood somewhere that he'd forgotten, a part of him wanted to hide her from the truly terrible things he'd done. He remembered far too well the anger that laced her petite form at the thought of Risque keeping him captive and certainly couldn't even begin to imagine what she might do when she discovered what Tetradore had done in her service. He tried his best to put such thoughts of his mind as he slowly approached her, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as his baritone voice spoke softly, "I didn't expect to find you here, kitten. Enjoying your dinner?"
His gaze traced over the two plates she'd placed in front of her, oblivious to her inanition that one might be for him. A soft sigh left his lips as he settled on the ground beside the ledge, his head hanging back as his gaze fluttered closed. He could still smell the hot salmon on the dishes she'd left out, the tantalizing scent teasing his nose, sending his stomach growling with the reminder that, quite honestly, he hadn't had any thing to eat in the past day besides that everlasting metallic taste. Regardless of this realization, the boy made a point to pay no heed to her dinner. He was determined to, at the very least, keep this guise of being somewhat decent. There was something so docile about her that made the man self conscious of his every action and briefly his emerald eyes flickered open to land upon her pale ivory shaded hair and ebony gown. "Finally got out of the house today?" He inquired idly, willing enough to attempt some measure of small talk at least for distraction's sake.
