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

he'll only break your heart


Posted on May 28, 2019 by Tobias
West



Alexis' near bold declaration that she liked to steal things so readily saw Tobias' own dark gaze widen as his attention shifted from his pack mate to the metal shipping crate and back again. That it was, surely, illogical for Alexis to somehow steal an entire shipping crate had hardly occurred to him. Tobias near convinced that such a threat was entirely real and entirely possible. That Alexis might somehow abscond with his and Tetradore's favourite sunning location so readily prompted that scowl to his features. Tetradore would hear about this. Yes. Yes. He would tell Tetra all about her plans and make sure she was punished for them. Tobias quite assured that no dessert was the worst possible punishment. Perhaps he might even convince Tetra to give him her dessert. That decidedly cunning plan so turning within the boys mind for several moments before those garbled words so at last managed to force themselves from his lips. His gaze firmly back upon Alexis now with an incredulous look.

"Pretty....cannot....move that. Pretty is....not...strong enough. Pretty is....a girl."

Girls were not nearly as strong as boys. Everyone knew that. Tobias distinctly assured Alexis was incapable of the task and yet that very doubt still existed all the same. The gangly Leopard nearly assured to spend the next few days so guarding that container just to be sure. Tobias nothing i not a suspicious creature. The boys insistence of that oncoming rain so failed to prompt any movement from the girl at all, Tobias shifting tactics then to insist that Tetradore has asked for her. Tobias, for all he was, was hardly foolish in any sense. The young man entirely aware that an order from Tetradore was the singular thing unlikely to be questioned. After all, no one within their pack was willing to displease his brother and by that notion alone they could hardly risk not believing Tobias just in case it proved to be true and tetradore truly did desire to see them. That indecision was clear upon Alexis' features and yet, as Tobias so expected, she was unwilling to risk ignoring an order- the young woman moving to follow him down into the depths of the Ark. Tobias, in that moment, nothing short of pleased with himself as his bare feet padded down those stairs and onto the wooden floor with every intention if displaying his work to Tetradore.

A plan that seemed destined to be foiled. Jackals sudden appearance readily gave the gangly leopard pause. The little mexican so attempting to ask Alexis just what was wrong with her face only for Tobias to round on him near violently. Alexis appearing equally taken aback. Jackal, for now, so readily seeming to decide this was not a battle he desired to fight. The shaggy haired deviant watching him hurry away with clear pleasure before waving Alexis on. Several more of those staff members passed them then, attempting to stifle those chuckles as they did. Tobias eagerly continuing to lead the way toward Tetradores office. At least until that bartender stepped out. The Leopard so barely had a chance to attempt to silence the man before he asked just what was on Alexis' face, the young woman glancing toward him before dashing hurriedly into her room. Tobias content to mutter beneath his breath in displeasure before shooting that bartender the very sort of look that saw him scurry back into his room.

The gangly deviant strode easily behind Alexis then, his own shaggy head peering around the door frame as the young woman peered into the mirror to eye his facial decorations she had been adorned with. That sheepish look so appearing upon his own features at her query of his artistic talent. Tobias shaking his own head as he lingered in the doorway.

"I....did not....do it."

Yes. Clearly he was not the culprit. Clearly.





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