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 May 10, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

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


The were-King reclined within that golden hued throne, entirely content to look down upon his domain in a wholly indifferent fashion. His leg had been tossed over one of the arms of the chair, his elbow propped up on the other as his chin rested within the palm of his hand. He hadn't bothered to put his own shirt back on after his fight within the ring earlier that evening, those once thick scratches upon his fit figure had begun to heal to the point that they looked no more then angry pink marks on that otherwise pristine caramel flesh. He could already tell that the rhino below was certainly going to come out of the fight a winner. It was hardly worth the fight, really. The lion was far too focused on using sheer strength rather than making an effort to outsmart his opponent. Those emerald eyes were so focused upon the fight below that the were-King hardly saw the familiar form of the coyote enter in his ship. Nor did he notice the woman as she snuck up the staircase that led to the man's own viewing platform. After all, it was right at that very moment that the rhino had seen fit to charge, and effectively end that fight.

The roar of the crowd at that decisive victory clearly held Tetradore's attention as he watched Jackal assist in pulling that injured lion out of the ring and, in turn, take on the task of adding new fighters in their place. It wasn't until that particularly energetic voice called to the man that Tetradore's attention turned, a singular eyebrow rose at that command to get up. On any normal basis, the man was fully capable of being utterly stubborn when told to do much of anything. Rebelliousness was one of his better traits. He had considered, briefly, doing just that before three distinct words caught him off guard - 'paintings to steal'. "What?" He inquired briefly as he watched her. Tetradore remembered well informing both her and his Vector of his eternal agitation of having his efforts to steal that painting of the ocean disrupted not once, but twice. He had made no additional effort after that, however. Things had gotten too.....chaotic since then. Surely that was not the painting she was hinting at, was it?

It was with an exasperated sigh that the Western Alpha pushed himself from that chair, that puzzled look surely clear upon his features. "All right....I'm up." He muttered, his arms crossing over his chest as if to say 'now what'. After all, whatever the woman was up to, it was clear she had a distinct plan in mind. He was simply waiting to see what it was before the Alpha decided if he intended to partake or not. Even so, he could hardly help the way those emerald eyes briefly fluttered down the young woman's petite frame, altogether aware of the snug way in which her jeans fit against her hips. Someone had gotten this whole....human dressing thing figured out.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me

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