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 April 07, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
The Were King was nothing if not poised as he leaned against the railing of the Ark's gallery. His emerald irises so possessively skirted over his very dominion, noting with an almost keen perception just how well the bar was doing tonight, their newest hire easily holding her own without provoking a singular complaint of theft. The fights were far more rambunctious tonight than usual if only for that impending full moon mere days away. It prompted a sort of static earnestness within the Ark's patrons, one that near demanded Tetradore's presence if only for his authority as the Western Alpha. Even he, however, was hardly immune to that hint of restlessness - and why shouldn't he be? This full moon, after all, was going to be distinctly...difficult. Their little pack was expanding and Tetradore was left not only to mentor yet another new were within their way of life but also to ensure she found her place amongst them. The sheer notion of that future ahead of him was enough to provoke a sigh from the man's lips as his hand rose to glide through his curly brunette locks. Those thoughts temporarily distracted him from so noticing the youthful man so accompanied by no less than two members of his own pack and yet, with that growing crowd and pressing of bodies, it was unlikely he would have even paid them any heed even if he had been aware of their presence.
It was that soft feminine voice that drew Tetradore from his thoughts of the near future, his emerald irises fluttering from the pressing crowd below him to the young woman that stood at the top of the staircase. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at Alexis' announcement that someone wanted to meet him. Such a thing was hardly novel in any sense. The Ark saw it's fair share of faces that came and went, his own reputation within the Western borders certainly gleaned some measure of attention though most were content to simply eye him from afar. Rather, it was Alexis' declaration that the man was a handful however, that was worrisome and yet the warm smile upon her features seemed to suggest she enjoyed this stranger. "A handful?" He inquired before a soft, pensive sound left his lips. A singular final glimpse was given towards the crowd at large before his head bobbed ever so slightly. Tetradore stepped away from the railing, allowing the young woman to lead the way down the steps and into the throng gathered below. His presence alone was often enough to cause the crowd to part for him, several glimpses so given in their direction and yet, few bothered them if only for that direction of their path towards the bar rather than the central arena.
Quickly, his gaze found Henry, the boy hardly seemed as thrilled with the particularly young man at his side. A small frown crossed Tetradore's features and yet he said little of his observations as Alexis paused to introduce him to the man beside Henry. "Nice to meet you." The Were-King responded gruffly and yet, he suspected there was far more to this than a simple how-do-you-do. "What is it you want?" Tetradore inquired, the man far more inclined to be blunt rather than waste time with eloquent phasing. After all, Marcelo did want something, didn't he?
aiden tetradore
If you love me, let me go & run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care - I can't destroy what isn't there