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

playing games from the start


Posted on January 01, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for


The western Monarch could hardly help that mischievous simper that tugged at the corners of his lips. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly in a nearly suggestive fashion, those emerald eyes lingering almost hungrily upon that curvaceous figure before him. He knew, innately, that banter was little more than a purposeful tease, a temptation to draw his thoughts to far more sensuous imagings that he would surely be denied. It was bait she'd laid with such masterful seduction and yet, did they both not know the truth of that liaison would certainly never come to such. That tantalizing toying, however, came abruptly to an end at the idle comment of his 'toybox' of sorts. He understood well what she was referring to, even if he found himself hesitating on showing her the expanse of those vehicles that he had accumulated. Those vehicles were precious to him, his most prized possession in an expansive of meaninglessly acquired items. He was hardly opposed to playing with those cars but he had yet to trust another behind the wheel of his cherished 'chariots'. He led her from the boisterous depths of that metal ship, that garage near blanketed in blackness with a sort of eerie silence in comparison. A single flick of a switch and those sleek machines were bathed in a halo of light.

He watched as her gaze fervently ate up the curves of each of those vehicles. Those cars ordered in a system that surely made sense only to the were-King. He watched as she roved up and down that row of sports cars only to choose the very fastest of them all. The Agera hardly appeared any different from the rest of them, it was no less glamorous, no less polished than any of the others. It was, however, the speediest. He watched as those keys were taken from that rack they hung on in the far corner of the room, the corner of his lips tilted downwards as she invited herself into the driver's seat, that very place that was meant for Tetradore alone. There was, within the were-King, a momentary quandary, his fingers drumming lightly in consideration upon his thigh. He had thus far been gracious to the reptilian woman, her near dominating demeanor accepted with some level of understanding and yet, to relinquish that vehicle to her toed that very line within the Alpha of what generosities he was willing to bequeath. Were it not for that simple sound of that engine coming to life, he very well might have insisted.

Begrudgingly, he made his way towards the passenger seat, the man half falling into that leather chair but mere moments before she pulled that vehicle from the cargo ship. That glimpse of eternal apathy hardly faltered as she snaked with indiscriminate disregard through those low lit streets. It was but the sound of that giggle that caused those emerald eyes to flicker towards her, that glimpse altogether fleeting before his gaze turned back towards the road. That jest, however, prompted little more than a darkening of the man's gaze. "Do not doubt I will." He commented simply in return, altogether certain to ensure she was well aware that such was a line that was not to be crossed lightly. Thankfully, that trip was hardly far in the slightest, that vehicle coming to a halt still within the boundaries of his own domain. He hardly bothered to inquire where they were or what they were doing at this particular facility, the were-King instead content to merely follow her in silence as she led him to a seedy bar with equally as grimy of a crowd.

Those emerald eyes brushed over the security with only vague interest only to skirt over the patrons of that dance floor. God, he hoped she didn't invite him here to dance. Tetradore followed her past the grinding couple, following her towards that boisterous sound and smell of blood and sweat. That greeting, of sorts, was regarded with one raised eyebrow. "It seems...lovely." He commented dryly. It was certainly a few steps further down the chain than his own establishment, the feline caring for some level of cleanliness more than such a dodge dive. It was only the sight of that pit, however, that drew some level of understanding within the man. Had she not said once before that she found the Ark too tame? Was this then her playground? Did it surprise him in the slightest? That almost coy invitation prompted a small shrug upon his shoulder as he watched the man in the ring drag his fallen partner from that blood splattered center. "I suppose so." Tetradore uttered after several moments. After all, he could hardly make this trip a waste now, could he?

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me