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 August 27, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

Tetradore's ears flicked at the sound of Raven's voice, carefully offering an explanation of every singular moment of what was to come, much less every action the pair of felines performed in this precarious dance. He could feel the feral cat within Henry pressing against the confines of his skull, just as he was aware of the far more mortal side of the man fighting for that consciousness. Usually, he was keen on assisting and yet, Henry had gotten stronger of late. He was becoming more in tune with what he was, accepting his place in the back and the world at large. This was surely just another opportunity to test how far he had come, even if Tetradore remained wholly diligent as the were-King shifted away from his Vector. He moved with purpose, his paws silent against the ground as he brushed his physique against the Warlock's leg's, determined to mark him as the property of the pack. He was well aware of Sterling's tentative touch upon his figure - the very sort of caresses Tetradore often avoided and yet, tonight, he was willing to allow the boy's hands upon his ebony fur. It was his own effort to set the boy at ease that prompted that vibrating purr through his throat, even though his emerald eyes remained intent upon Henry.

He watched as Henry moved closer, that body language speaking volumes of the man's feelings on this introduction. Tetradore himself made every effort to look lackadaisical, near leaning into Sterling's leg, all the while entirely poised and ready should a reaction be required from him. He could tell that uncertainty that laced the panther's figure as Henry slowly moved closer, sniffing the air around Sterling with vague intrigue, only to settle back on his haunches, neither interested nor uninterested. It was, admittedly, probably the best they could hope for from the cat, particularly when it had clearly already decided where its interests lie in Malia. The man was well aware of that shift within Henry as the man's consciousness took over his form, the sudden relaxing of his frame gave that very change away. Henry hardly seemed nearly as tense now, nuzzling against his lover like an affectionate house cat. At the very least, they hardly needed to worry any longer now that Henry had control of himself. A soft chuffing noise left Tetradore's vocal cords as he stood, stretching out his muscles with a yawn on his lips. His job here was clearly done and his bed was sounding ridiculously warm right about now.
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