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

I saw you standing there and I knew


Posted on September 20, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for


Tetradore's fingers drummed on the edge of that throne like chair, his facial features entirely apathetic as he stared down at that ring below him. By all appearances, the man was extraordinary attentive to those fights that went on below him and yet, to believe such would have been a fallacy. His thoughts certainly could not be furthest from his business and his place as Alpha and fighter within that metal boat. Quite on the contrary, his mind was entirely preoccupied with one singular woman - a woman who would no doubt destroy all that he had built. Risque. Her name haunted him, her perfume followed him and all the while that demand for his return hung over him. That mark upon his cheek was all but faint where her sharpened nails had dug into his flesh but a day prior and yet, his fingers kept returning absent mindedly to that very same spot. He knew well he had to go back to that dance club. That power she had over him was impossible to deny and yet, Tetradore was already contemplating well his efforts to sabotage the woman's clear intention to mark him as her own. A poison, perhaps? An array of illicit drugs? A small frown crossed his features, his thoughts so absorbed in that singular task to somehow strike back at his vampire mistress that he hardly noticed the figure of that Egyptian woman slip into those steel walls.

That sudden tug upon his neck near immediately drew his attention as that phoenix rose, quite near pulling at his neck. That near panic that flooded his system in an automatic response to that near subtle gesture, the were-King wholly assured that it had been Risque alone that might so toy him with the very object he had only recently discovered as a gift from her. His emerald eyes quickly focused upon the crowd's beneath him, searching diligently for that salacious figure that would surely bring about his undoing. The last thing he anticipated was to see the familiar sight of that woman he had once set his sights on. Last he had heard of her, she'd thrown herself in with that 'for-hire' lot over in the South, not that he had followed their rise and inevitable fall with any great interest. Still, how curious to find her back here. His eyebrow rose as the man slowly rose from that seat, his figure slowly calming from that rush of adrenaline only to return to that state of perfected calming indifference.

Tetradore made his way down those stairs, easily moving through that crowd towards the figure of that exotic woman that had so intrigued him. He paused but a mere inch from her curvy figure, his gaze but dropping ever so briefly to appreciate that woman's form before those lips finally parted. "Well look what we have here. To what do I owe the pleasure? I hope you didn't come on behalf of that rag tag group of yours. I'd be so disappointed." Rumors had certainly begun to run amok of those Lions. He knew well they had been touching bases with many of the leaders of the various packs and covens and the like. It was only a matter of time till they found their way to his doorstep one way or another. At the very least they'd come with a pretty face, one Tetradore particularly enjoyed not only to look at but also the company of.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me

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