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
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 March 03, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
it's over, i'm through
I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for
It was, perhaps, peculiar the very indifference that Tetradore seemed to regard his own morality. Death was a concept that hardly feared him, not anymore. He would have welcomed that oblivion with open arms and yet, now, even Death could not completely hold him. Still, he watched with faint amusement as that warm smirk crossed Malia's features. His eyebrows rose, a small snort leaving his nose at Malia's assertion that he was not fast enough. Rather than dwell upon that challenge, however, Tetradore took the painting from Malia, his emerald eyes settling upon the artwork. It was, perhaps, an almost peculiar painting for the Were-King to so greatly desire and yet, it's very meaning was so much more than the oceanic view painting upon that canvas. It was, somehow, so much more than just flecks of paint. Those thoughts, however, were quickly disturbed by Malia's comment of owing her, the Were-King all too wary of any favors he might be forced to repay. In his own experience, such debts hardly were favorable for the man.
He watched as Malia's nose scrunched ever so slightly, clearly considering that inquiry for some time before her shoulders merely lifted in a noncommittal shrug. A soft sigh left the Were-King's lips, the man hardly liking that lack of an answer and yet, he supposed he hardly had the choice, much less the room to make any sort of demands from her. It was, however, her subtle dismissal that drew his gaze back towards the art in his hands as his head slowly bobbed in agreement. "Yeah, I guess I should." He commented, only to step away from her, his own shadows so abruptly rushing towards his form, swirling at his very feet as he glanced back at the young woman. "Thank you, Malia." He uttered softly, pausing for a moment, as if considering adding more before those very shadows so abruptly surrounded him, whisking the Were-King back to the Ark from which he'd come with painting in hand.
aiden tetradore
you bring out the worst in me