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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on April 26, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me


He hadn't realized till that very moment just how close Malia had become with her pack members. It was only natural, he assumed, that she might forge some sort of bond with them. As much as Tetradore hated to dwell upon it, he was well aware that the deeper those friendships became, the more their own relationship would fracture and splinter. It was quite near inevitable, as far as the Alpha was concerned. Not a single soul had managed to craft a lasting bond with both brother and sister without being placed in a precarious position where a side demanded to be taken. His relationship with Nadya was far too toxic, invading even those bonds he crafted with others to the point that Tetradore rarely spoke of her or Frost at all, anymore. He merely accepted the way things were, just as he too simply accepted that whatever comradeship he held with the wolf was but temporarily. Even so, he was altogether quick to reassure the woman that his interest within her had hardly been out of some misguided attempt at revenge. It was hardly his 'style' to simply use others for something so distinctly...petty.

Admittedly, he had hardly been forth coming in his true intentions with the woman. He had been trying to get her used to the idea of what she was before forcing that decision upon her to leave her pack and home to join him. In his waiting, he had lost her to Frost. Still, a small glimpse of humor twitched upon those feline features as she declared him far too 'stuffy' as a feline. "You were braze and stubborn, I was irritated." The were-panther admitted with a small shrug. Truthfully, many of those first meetings he'd spent with her had required a near excruciating amount of patience from the man. Now that she accepted what she was, now that she had an insatiable curiosity for the world that was open to her, their time together was somehow...easier. Now, she was playful instead of defensive and likewise, Tetradore quite near relaxed in turn. It was a shame, truly, that they hadn't been able to come to this point before now. Still, Tetradore chose not to dwell upon those what-if's anymore then he already had tonight. Instead, after a near chastising word that Raven or Nadya or Henry was hardly Tetradore or Frost themselves, the man was quick to distract her with the rocking of that boat and the offer to see or participate within the ring of the Ark first hand.

That scowl of her features prompted a small glimpse of amusement on his own, even though the were-King said little in response to her assurance that she would never get used to the rocking sensation. Tetradore was hardly surprised that Malia so eagerly took up the offer to see that ring. A small snort left his nose at her baiting remark to beat him. His emerald eyes turned over his shoulder as he led her back down that hallway. "If you beat me, you become Alpha of the Ark." He informed her with a small smirk. After all, Tetradore remained undefeated, that open challenge had a way of keeping the Ark in check. Though truly, if Malia did manage to best the man, he was quite certain the woman would make a splendid Alpha, once she got accustomed to that mortal life. Maybe, one day, she could replace him on that throne. One day. Tetradore paused at the top of that little overhang his own gilded throne was settled upon, his emerald eyes turned towards the woman at his side. "Would you like to join in a battle? There are only three rules - no killing, no powers, no weapons."

aiden tetradore

who is in control

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