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 June 20, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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


A soft chuckle left the were-King's lips at Malia's assurance that, perhaps in her headstrong tendencies, she had changed strikingly little. "No, I suppose I don't." He retorted, willing enough to admit that he hardly occupied as much of her time as her other companions surely did. Still, there was no denying she had changed from the coyote she once was - those very eyes had been open to the world around her and now she drank it all in like a wet sponge, constantly learning, constantly wanting to know more. It was...almost refreshing, in a way. Maybe, in a way, they had both changed some. Thankfully, the pair hardly seemed to dwell upon those shifts within them both here and now, instead, letting the arena dominate both of their attention. He was hardly surprised that she wished to fight him and yet, Tetradore had remained Alpha due only to capabilities within that ring. He was quite near untouchable, his jaws vastly more powerful than most, those large, pointed canines perfectly crafted to pierce skull and bone. It was only those affinities that might best the panther - Frost's namely had managed to do just that. Still, at least Malia seemed to understand exactly what was at stake, the woman instead retorting that she would take him on in a private battle. A soft snort left his nose and yet, he supposed he would not deny her this. After all, he had been at this for years now. "No, Malia, I do not fear you."

For tonight, however, he was willing to throw her into the ring with someone whom she might at least stand a chance against beating. Those animals he offered her were chosen with distinct care, providing enough of a challenge to make her feel victorious, possibly. Those rules were uttered abruptly and swiftly and, in turn, she too seemed to understand them easily enough, still game to fight. Tetradore watched as she considered her options only to conclude it was the lion she wished to take on tonight. He nodded. "Leo!" His voice rang out, pressing into the heads of the shifted weres below and reverberating in a roar to those human ears, the crowd quite near abruptly turned their attention towards the Alpha, stilling in anticipation of whatever the were-King uttered next. "In the ring, if you're game, I have a newbie for you." A small gesture towards the very arena he spoke of, knowing well the lion would hardly turn him down. His emerald eyes lingered below just long enough to see the feline step forward before Tetradore gestured for Malia to follow him. He moved down those stairs towards the ring below, the crowd easily splitting for him in the process until the pair were right at the edge of the ring. "He's ready when you are."

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