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

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Posted on August 11, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

That feminine voice drew Tetradore's attention away from the two men in front of him, a small simper toyed at the corners of his features as he turned to face the petite figure. "You're slacking on your job then, he was in my room at three in the morning the night before last." Tetradore retorted and yet, it was hardly with any venom in his voice. After all, for all of Tobias' peculiarities, he was still Tetradore's closest companion. Tetradore's gaze refocused upon the small gathering as Raven inquired whether or not Sterling had any questions. That decline was hardly confident in any sense. Tetradore reached out, his finger's gingerly brushed against Raven's sleeve, pulling her attention to him alone as Tetradore muttered softly to the girl. "I want you to explain to him everything we're doing, keep him calm, okay? The last thing I need is Henry going ape-shit on him again." His emerald green eyes briefly met the girl's own and yet, Tetradore was quite clearly trusting her with this task. Today, he needed his focus to remain on Henry alone. This, he was sure, was a job perfectly suited for Raven's far more feminine empathy.

He trailed after the fleeting figure of the young man as he made his way towards that fighting ring, clearly striving to put some distance between himself and his boyfriend before that shift. It was, if Tetradore was honest, a good movie. The were-King reached down, peeling that shirt off of his caramel skin with striking ease before his fingers worked on that button at his waist, those pants falling onto the ground as he stepped out of them. His fingers looped around his boxers, the man entirely used to that nakedness, unhesitating as he pushed those too to the floor in a haphazard pile of clothes. A singular eyebrow rose as he watched Henry carefully fold his underwear, only to put it down and turn to meet his emerald eyes. Mentally, he was already reaching out to that feline within his Vector and yet, before he could encourage that animal out of the boy, Henry was already shifting on his own accord. Someone was learning quickly. Tetradore hardly paused to puzzle out that change within the man, instead quickly encouraging his own shift to that jet black jaguar.

The feline stepped closer towards his Vector, only for his ears to twitch at that low, nearly threatening growl seemed to echo from Henry's lips. His own emerald eyes shifted towards the boy who seemed wholly tense on that bar stool. He could feel that anxiety within the air that seemed to exist between them, something Tetradore would have to quickly disrupt. His body shoved into Henry's own, a growling sound reverberated within the feline's own throat as he slid past Henry. The action was meant both as a correction to the wildcat whilst also attempting to interrupt that once intense stare he seemed to regard the boy. He continued his path towards Sterling, those emerald eyes briefly shifted towards Raven only to nodd briefly towards the warlock as if to encourage Raven in fulfilling that very request he had of her. Tetradore had a very specific plan in mind to assist in that meeting, relying upon those very instincts of their kind to calm Henry's feline, even if the cat would likely be disgruntled about it if everything went well. His body slid alongside Sterling, that low, deep and rare purr seeming to reverberate within the back of his throat. He was trying to calm the boy, all the while marking Sterling with his own scent to declare the man theirs - a part of their pack meant to protect rather than harm. One thing at a time - first he'd see how Henry reacted to that very scent before moving on to force the fellow feline's submission.
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