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

bound to your side, trapped in silence


Posted on July 24, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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The satisfying sound of Tobi's cry brought a grin of amusement to the were-panther's lips. His figure almost immediately ducking back into the limited cover his current place provided. This new found game certainly had it's perks, despite the small learning curve that was quite abruptly forced upon him. Tetradore knew all too well that this was an event that Tobias would excel at, the boys skills far superior in this area then the were panther's native abilities. However, he was hardly going to let Tobias cheat and get away with it. Quite on the contrary, he was going to even the odds a little bit, even if it meant cheating right back. It had fallen silent in those moments, both waiting for the other, waiting to make a move and it was during this time that Tetradore made the effort to tap into their natural bond as pack, the one that innately informed him of the proximity of Tobias and Nadya to him. He could feel he moment Tobias lunged, his own figure shifting behind the shelves almost immediately, his finger furiously pressing the trigger as the the bullets exploded from the tip of his gun. The second that Tobias had found sanctuary behind his much better obstacle, the man purposefully ducked back behind the shelves he'd taken for shelter. A small scowl crossed his features at the sound of Tobias' voice and yet, despite the close proximity, Tetradore is given to pause.

A small flash of ivory had caught the man's attention, his emerald gaze shifting from the game they'd been playing towards the moving object. It was quite an unlucky distraction for the were panther - the moment his attention had deviated Tobias had taken it upon himself to barrage him with a shower of perfectly prepared painted bullets. Tetradore shifted, his hands immediately rising as his body turned to the side, letting his shoulder take the brute of this stinging explosions of paint. "Jesus Tobi." He growled, his gun almost entirely forgotten at the moment. "Look." The word was a hiss more then anything, his irritation hardly really directed at Tobias at all rather then the interruption at hand. After all, it wasn't Tobias' fault the white...thing decided to make itself known in the midst of their fun. Nor was it his fault either that, for some unknown reason, the panther felt incredibly inclined to investigate it's presence.

There was something familiar there...some memory of a situation just like this that tugged at his brain. It was only once the barrage of paint had ceased (and his shoulder had become a multicolored canvas of greens, pinks and yellows) that Tetradore was able to redirect the boy's attention, hesitantly approaching the barrels in the corner of the warehouse. Gently, he moved the one he was quite certain the white thing was hiding behind, only to find himself staring down at a bunny of all things. A soft chuckle left his masculine lips - a rabbit. It had been their first hunt. Their first kill together. It had taken them forever to actually corner the thing, even with Tobias' tracking capabilities but, in the end, they'd been victorious. His gaze shifted towards Tobias, his eyebrows raised as if to inquire if he too cherished the exact same recollection.

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