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
he'll only break your heart
Posted on December 20, 2017 by Tobias
The manner in which Henry rose instinctively to his own hind-legs readily seemed to delight the deviant. Tobias allowing that rumble of pleasure to stir within him then, that sound decidedly good-natured and one so reserved for pack alone. The lanky Leopard, it seemed, having accepted Henry's place within that pack entirely as he wrestled with the man. That game as much play as it was a furthering of his own ability to prove he was by far the strongest creature within that pack outside Tetradore himself and even despite his own perceived shortcomings when it came to those more mental pursuits. Tobias, perhaps, a far more cunning creature then many gave him credit for. His pack perhaps the only beings well aware of his true depth of ability. The boy having maintained that position as Beta since their earliest days and, more then that, as Alpha in Tetradores absence. Tobias having guarded that pack furiously in his Brother's absence.
Henry's still growing ability to balance was readily used to the Leopard's advantage. The panther tumbling to the side as Tobias pounced upon him to pin him to the earth in a playful manner. Henry's willingness to engage in that game alone was readily delighting to the other man, his jaws parting to playfully mouth ar Henry's flailing paws. Tobias careful not to break the skin nor do any damage to the man. The boy largely oblivious to that incoming rogue wave until it was far too late. That blanket of water colliding with him. That howl of distress echoing from him then as he leapt from Henry in an effort to be free of that water that splashed at his legs and sides. Tobias frantically attempting to wipe that water from himself, his body shaking as he flung that water about. His utter fear of the substance having seen his heart rate near skyrocket as he continued to dance along the sand before his lips parted, that rough tongue brushing frantically along his coat now in a diligent effort to remove as much water as he could. His tail switching in disdain before he abruptly rose to his paws once more. His mood decidedly sour now as his golden gaze turned toward Raven and Tetradore. Those words offered to them both.
Not....tell.....Tobi that.....water....coming!
It was hardly so much a question as it was a statement. The boy stalking passed them both in that moment, his lengthy tail suddenly flicked to slap wetly against Tetradore's chest and Raven's nose in a clear display of his displeasure in them both before that rumbling command for Raven to follow him rose within his throat. His gaze turned back to Tetradore and the drowned Henry then. His voice very near an order.
Is time for....going home....now.
At wet Tobias, it seemed, was the signal for the end of that playtime and beach outing.
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push