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 December 03, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.
Tetradore was certainly aware, to some degree, of just how that alcohol seemed to be affecting the young woman at his side. Her gait hardly held the same confidence that once exuded from her, prompting her to stumble into his solid frame on more than one occasion. The were-King hardly minded this assault upon his own personal space in the slightest, however, then again, it was perhaps no secret that he had wanted her, that he had his eye upon her for himself. How great of a shame it was that things turned out as they did. Either way, it was that idle comment of that young woman before them, strutting in her skimpy shorts and too tight shirt that drew his attention from his own thoughts. He could hardly help that soft chuckle that left his lips as he inquired if the attention she prompted from his own gender made Malia jealous in the slightest. That sudden declaration that she could certainly get noticed all on her own, regardless of the form she took, prompted that laughter once again to bubble from his lips. "That you can." He commented in a clearly amused fashion, though, truly, Tetradore could hardly deny that it was entirely true. After all, she had managed to ensnare his attention, after all, even if it had not initially been with any sort of lustful intention. Still, there was a certain sort of attractiveness to Malia all the same.
Any further thoughts of the young woman's appearance, however, was entirely replaced by the rev of those engines, the vehicles clearly intending to start that race now that those bets had been placed. His emerald eyes turned acutely towards those cars, watching as that woman took her position, dropping that flag to the sound of tires on asphalt. He watched as those cars zoomed down the roadway, those televisions flickering on but moments later. It was but moments after that Malia's slender figure collided once again into his frame, that touch of her fingers upon his chest certainly pulled at his attention. Tenderly, he reached out to let his fingers slide under her chin, pulling her gaze to him. There was a hint of dubiousness to his features, even despite the young woman's insistence that she was quite fine. He hardly fought that press of her hand against his, the man simply letting his arm fall back to his side only to be rewarded with a small pat. Rather, she seemed vastly more interested within those car races, prompting his gaze to follow hers as he pointed towards the vehicle they'd bet on. "The Zonda is the gold colored one. You have cheer for it really really loudly." He commented with a small grin and yet, was that not what those people around them were doing? Near yelling at the screens for their car to go faster as if those drivers could hear them. It seemed far better than the truth of the matter, and certainly far more fun.
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