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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Tetradore had little fear, truly, of being beaten within a race against the lupine. Though his species was certainly built for short bursts of speed when they did bother to run as fast as they were truly capable, he hardly had to sustain his capabilities to run that fast. All he had to do was run faster than her. In fact, the were-King was so entirely certain of this singular fact that he found himself voicing all the same that such a race would end in his favor unless she cheated. After all, Tobias was a near master of bending those rules without truly breaking them. The loopholes he was capable of discovering and utilizing to his own benefit was truly astounding and, quite frankly, he hardly put it past Raven to follow that same path. That feminine giggle captured his attention, his emerald eyes fluttering towards her as she insisted he truly should know her better then to think she would behave quite like her boyfriend. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at that teasing gesture of her tongue though that challenge was hardly able to be carried out - not with the sound of others.
His attention turned towards those people that wandered along that clearly worn path, though where that line was going he had little notion. Tetradore's own emerald eyes settled upon them, simply watching them from where he stood. He hardly anticipated the way Raven reached out to take his hand, tugging him along to take up their own position at the rear. That sign that soon declared their destination caught his gaze and yet, truly, he had hardly planned for that convenient location. He'd merely taken the pair to a field he'd seen in a picture upon his initial research of the National Park. His eyebrow rose in surprise as the young woman at his side saw fit to inform him of several facts of that geyser, facts that he certainly hadn't known. She was clearly far more ecstatic about seeing simple water then he had anticipated. A small sound left his lips at that knowledge she'd imparted upon him, before his attention turned towards that hole in the ground they all seemed to be intently staring at. It was that idle inquiry of what the first people might have said in response to the boiling water that prompted a near deadpan reaction from the man. That giggling drew his emerald eyes, his head tilting to the side in consideration. "I'd hope they were smart enough to not get close enough to boiling water shooting from the ground." He commented though, truly, he couldn't deny the possibility that the grisly scene she painted certainly could have occurred.
It was the mention of a volcano, however, that caused his eyebrows to furrow, the man hardly liking that idea of a volcano exploding on the day they were here. "How about we don't jinx it, hm?" He commented, his gaze darting towards her before movement from his periphery pulled at his attention. He hardly oblivious of the fashion she shifted closer towards him and yet the man hardly reacted at that simple show of uncertainty. His own gaze was steadily placed upon that steam as the earth beneath them began to rumble. That sudden burst of watch caught even Tetradore off guard, his gaze following that shooting stream up into the air, his own lips parting in surprise at exactly what he was watching before, quite abruptly, the water fell to the ground and the entire show ended. "That was....dramatic." He commented, his own gaze briefly meeting her own as that grin spread across her features. It was that humorous note to the woman's tone that drew his attention, the man unable to help that snort that left his nose. "No kidding. He'd just refuse to walk on the ground at all." He certainly didn't put such ridiculous antics past his best friend, even if he still wholly cared for the deviant.
He trailed after the young woman as she began to move towards a sign, the girl quite clearly eying that map with the possibility of all the things she wanted to see. Tetradore eyed the map before before reaching out to a place justly to the north of them. "Let's end the night here." He stated, quite purposefully, that request to let their adventure end in the forested portion of the park was, perhaps, his only true request. "So...where do you want to start?" He inquired, his emerald eyes turning quite purposefully towards her.
aiden tetradore
who is in control