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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on September 07, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

The western shores had, quite overnight, become his territory. His home based had been secured upon a floating barge within the warehouse district - deep within the western half of the city. It felt good to the were panther to finally own something that was his. Finally he was able to have some fashion of a life despite the years he'd spent under the servitutde of one particuluarly cruel vampire mistress. Even though the were was no longer restricted to his feline form, he'd gotten so used to viewing the world from such a state that being a man for long periods of time often aggitated him. It was for that reason alone that Tetradore had slipped into that tight fitting ebony skin, meanuvering with feline grace through the umbrage of the city. It might have been more widely accepted to see peculiar animals upon these streets but he had no interest of attracting the attention of any passing dark hunter.

He paused dead within his tracks as a peculiar sound entered his erect ears, causing his intense emerald eyes to shift towards a near by building. His muzzle lifted into the air, absobing the young thing's scent. She didn't belong here - she hadn't been within the city long. Of that, Tetradore was certain of. Cautiously the male moved from his spot, giving her alley way a wide burth. In fact, it took several side streets and back tracking before the panther ended up where he wanted to be - behind her. Slowly he stalked through the shadows of the alleyway. His paws silently padding against the asphalt in a smooth, practiced notion. His eyes never once left her spotted form and yet, despite the minimal threat she provided him with, Tetradore paused several feet behind her, his body lowered slightly to the ground, his muscles tense. A low, threatening growl reverberated from his larynx. For all the were-panther knew, she could be bait for a trap. It was that which he was prepared for. He had only just taken the west side and was hardly ready to give it up to anyone.

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