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 June 15, 2019 by Tobias
West



It had never occured to the shaggy haired deviant that the Ark. His Ark. Was filled with betrayers! His very plan to bring Alexis to Tetradore if only to show his best friend his very work upon her face seemed near destined to be foiled by those passing staff members. Jackal, in the very least, seemed to decide that battle was hardly worth it. The little Mexican man quick to scurry away before Tobias started up with on of his near infamous 'tantrums' that so often resulted in him getting his way. Those next few staff members they passed content to do little more than chuckle. A single, stern look from the towering young man enough to prompt them into hidden snickers as the boy continued to lead his unfortunate packmate through the Ark and toward Tetradore's office where he knew his companion resided. It was the appearance of the bartender however that seemed to derail those very plans. The man strolling out of his own room only to abruptly ask Alexis what was on her face. Tobias was so barely given a chance to glower at the man before Alexis rushed into her room to find her mirror. The young woman eyeing his artwork as Tobias lingered in the doorway, his dark eyes peering around the corner to watch as Alexis took in her newly decorated face. The young man hardly willing to go to far into that room lest Alexis decide to chase him. Tobias instead so promptly insisting that he had not done it.

Such an excuse was one the deviant was willing to use often. His packmates, and the rest of the Ark, so often aware that he had, indeed, committed that very crime and yet so lacking any evidence he was so rarely convicted. This, he was sure, would be the same. Alexis' sudden query on just who had drawn on her face however was unexpected. Tobias frowning for a moment if only to consider that answer before the woman suggested that he must have seen who had done it if only because he was the only one around. For several long moments yet the boy merely paused, Tobias clearly attempting to process those very words. His mind turning over those possibilities as it so attempted to make sense of that situation. Understanding so at last seeming to dawn within him. That question being asked resting within his mind before he offered a sudden and near dramatic sigh.

"I think that....Birdie did it. I tell her......Birdie....you must....stop this but....always....she is drawing on....the faces."

Yes. His wife. Raven. Raven was clearly the culprit. Tobias the hero whom had tried in vain to stop her from her artistic ways.

"She sneaked....up and did it and said.....not to tell....Pretty."





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