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

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Posted on September 23, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Those clothes were deposited with ease as they were pulled from his figure, the were King hardly had even considered how...peculiar that shedding of clothes must have been to his vector. For so much of his life, that nakedness has simply been apart of that change from human to were, enough so that modesty within the man was nonexistent. He thought even less of that near sexual nature to that simple action, the lack of that clothing clearly revealing those sharply lined muscles carved into that caramel flesh. After all, his own experience with such intimate activities was decidedly limited, most of which had hardly even been enjoyable enough for Tetradore to contemplate such thoughts at the sight of his Vector. Rather, Tetradore's entire focus was dedicated to a rather different part of the man - the beast within him. His instructions were uttered ever so softly as his own natural affinity as Alpha reached forward to pull at that feline within Henry. He allowed the pair to meet, to feel each other before he coaxed that shifted within the man. It was only once Henry had voiced he was ready, that Tetradore pulled them both through that transformation.

That shift within the man to that ebony feline came near effortlessly, his mind almost instantly reaching out to his childhood friend, requesting of him what he knew well Tobias would not question. The last thing Tetradore wanted to deal with was two feral individuals. Although he knew well that Tobias and himself could certainly take them on, such was not the first interaction he wished Henry to have with his newfound pack. Those emerald eyes watched as his vectors skin gave way to that ebony flesh, the Alpha quickly rose to all four feet, ready to face that uncontrollable feline that had only just completed that clearly painful shift into his newfound skin for the fourth time. His gaze met that bright blue eyes of the other creature, that growl was met with a flash of his own ivory fangs. He was well aware of that near animalistic look upon Henry's features, it was one he had become accustomed too. His attention deviated but briefly at the sound of Raven's voice, the young woman clearly intending to intervene only for Tobias to quite near tackle her. Thank God. The sudden absence of the woman was enough to allow the Alpha to focus upon the singular individual that mattered at that given moment, his ability quite suddenly flaring to life.

His emerald eyes near began to glow, that hypnotic capability quite near able to ensnare any who met his gaze. He stepped closer towards Henry, the man clearly intending to put the feline beneath his spell. It was hardly difficult to corner the man how he wanted him, his head lightly butting against Henry's own in the same fashion he'd done once before. This time, however, he hardly pulled the boy's consciousness through in the same demanding fashion he had before. Rather, this time his intrusion into Henry's thoughts was far more subtle, providing a metaphorical door of sorts for the man to step through. He could feel his vector closer to the surface then he had before and hopefully, this meant there was hope that, someday, the feral tendency would hardly be there at all.

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