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 December 03, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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That simple assurance from his Beta was all Tetradore required to find some sense of serenity on what was certainly a stressful meeting for the Alpha as it was. Even so, he made every effort to ensure that Henry was involved in that pack. After all, Tobias, Raven and himself were near akin to family. To come into such a close knit unit was hardly easy, of that he was assured. He moved only after that small wag of assurance from the lupine herself, the were-king entirely determined to ensure each member of that pack was okay before he padded towards the mopey panther, fully intending to initiate that play himself despite his Vector's almost reluctant agreement to engage in Tobias' impish tendencies. His large paw fully collided with the younger panther's frame as he passed, those emerald eyes watched in an almost mischievous fashion as Henry tried to find his footing upon that quick falling sand. That growl from Henry's throat caused his ears to flick and yet, Tetradore hardly hesitated in his gait. His own frame settled upon the sand a bit away from the pair, content to simply watch those antics as he so often did. It was rare, really, when the Alpha joined in on such sport with the lanky deviant, not like this.

He watched with a hint of amusement as Henry turned upon his heels, his own discoordinated form near thrown in Tobias' direction with a clear intention to follow through with that offered game. At least the two were getting along - that alone had been a point of concern for Tetradore. He watched as Tobias rose upon his back paws, his emerald eyes fluttered towards Henry's form only to observe how the boy might counteract that clear action. It was instinctual, he knew, to rise to meet his faux opponent and yet, he could hardly deny his curiosity on just how long Henry's body was capable of maintaining such a delicate balance. Although Tobias was not often regarded for his intelligence, Tetradore was well aware of the control Tobias was wishing to impart upon Henry. Perhaps he should encourage them to play more often.

The thought lingered within his mind as Raven moved to join him in that sand, her head bumped quite gently against his own, his cranium slid against her fur in a small, rare glimpse of affection for the girl. That subtle gesture towards the coastline was hardly ignored, his own vibrant eyes slid towards the oncoming waves, that larger wave certainly catching his attention, much less that unspoken inquiry of whether or not he intended to warn his water adverse companion of that oncoming wetness. A small shrug crossed those ebony shoulders in response, his own feline form rose from the ground to stretch out within that cool sand. He offered his companion no warning of the ambush of mother nature, a single paw instead gestured towards the pair of felines, as if to offer Raven the ability to lead the way. After all, their own interjection within that already on going game had been entirely her idea.

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