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

if i seem free it's because i'm always running


Posted on October 30, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

aiden tetradore

How could Tetradore be considering befriending the singular man whom had been his enemy for so long? Was he truly contemplating making such a sacrifice for the greater good of all involved within his life? He knew well what Nadya desired out of him but he could hardly give into the girl's whims for her benefit alone. There was a part of him that had considered dismissing the idea altogether if only for the fashion at which Nadya had strode into his home with her childish demands and yet, when all hope was lost, sometimes even those things which had previously been repulsive required some measure of consideration. It was that which weighed heavily upon the mind of the were-King as his fingers so reluctantly toyed with that food upon his plate. In his dismal mood, that fried delectableness somehow failed to appeal to him as much as it usually might have. He was so lost within the very depths of his thoughts that Tetradore was altogether inattentive to the presence that paused before his table, much less that familiar scent that drifted upon the stagnant air. In fact, it wasn't until she spoke that the man sharply glanced up, that surprise quite clearly registering upon his features.

"It has..." He commented, his voice trailing off as those emerald eyes studied the woman. The last time he'd seen her had been several months ago, none of which had ended on a particularly high note. He had expressed a certain sort of interest within her, and within making her his significant other. Her disappearance had been....rather untimely and yet, Tetradore had merely assumed she had finally taken the advice he had given her and had run when she had the chance. To see her back here...well, he doubted now that his conclusions were correct. Still, there was something distinctly different about the woman, all the same. There was a certain light to her eyes, a confidence that she hadn't had before. He had hardly realized, truly, the pensive look upon his features or the way the corners of his lips tilted downwards in a small frown. At least, not until her voice saw fit to comment on it. It took him a moment longer still before the were-King shook his head ever so slightly, attempting to push those somber thoughts from the forefront of his thoughts. "Sorry, things have been...difficult since you disappeared." He admitted though his words were more muttered then anything else.

As it was, Tetradore was all too quick to push beyond such topics that weighed so heavily upon him, the man instead choosing to focus upon ,i>her even as she plucked that food from his plate. "So...where have you been?" He inquired, purposefully leaving that question entirely opened or the young woman. After all, it was up to her to tell as much as she wished, he had little intention of forcing those intimate details she might wish not to share from her. "I take it Ivan sent you off...somewhere." Tetradore continued with a small flick of his wrist, "Or...you've finally freed yourself from him?" It was a curious thought they pried at him, in that moment. She hadn't vanished to free herself because of their conversation, had she? It was certainly unlikely and yet...the curious wondering lingered there all the same.

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