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

somebody get me through this nightmare


Posted on August 25, 2018 by henry tudor
West



Blue eyes remained locked on Sterling, the low growl lingering past what was probably necessary. And yet, Henry remained fighting, fighting to gain control. This was the part he feared. He feared that his cat would attack Sterling much like before and he would only be there to watch, feeling as though it was an out of body experience. He would not be able to stop his cat if he attacked, not without the help of Tetradore.

And just as suddenly as the growling began, he felt Tet's body slam against his own. He was thankful for the gesture. It broke the eye contact between his panther and Sterling. The growl emitted from his alpha's lips were enough to put his cat in check. While he might still be learning pack dynamics, it seemed as though is feral half knew his place â€" he understood that Tet was his alpha and was to be obeyed. Even through all of this, Henry was still fighting to gain control.

Eyes watched as his alpha moved towards Sterling, brushing up along him in order to mark the man. Henry followed, his feet silent as they crossed the ring and drew closer to Raven and Sterling. Nostrils picked up the scent and while he did not want to acknowledge the man as friend, it was dictated to him. He remained a few paces away, still unsure.

Slowly he drew closer, whiskers and ears erect, full at attention. He came towards Tetradore, his body leaning forward to take in the scents of his alpha. And then, he moved to sniff at Sterling's knee. The cat did not quite feel comfortable with this new introduction, his posture tense, tail flicking. The slightest sound had his body flinching before he took a step back, sitting upon his haunches. Eyes locked with Sterling's. He wasn't growling but he wasn't purring either. It was as if he seemed hesitant and yet indifferent all the same.

While all of this was happening, Henry was still fighting for that control. He was growing wearing, wishing that Tet could just pull his consciousness forward. And yet, there was something deep inside of him that made him wholeheartedly want to conquer this on his own. He had to learn control.

Within moments, it was as if Henry's consciousness overpowered that of the cat's. The feline's body seemed to relax. Henry lowered himself to the floor, resting there for a moment. His tail flicked lazily, not out of agitation. After a few moments, he rose to his feet and began to step forward. He tilted his head, rubbing it along Sterling's other leg. Blue gaze rose to Sterling as he sat beside him, hoping that his boyfriend could see that this was him...that this was the man he loved only in a different skin. He hoped he wasn't scaring the man. The last thing he wanted to do was cause him harm.

Eyes rose to Raven, blinking softly as his way of telling the woman that this was Henry...that he was thankful for what she was doing. He had never been good at giving thanks, but he was truly grateful for what she was doing for Sterling, even if she had her reservations about the whole thing.



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