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 October 14, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Alexis was hardly the first individual to notice how...distracted...the Were-King was from his pack. He had let matters simply slip by for far too long and now, perhaps it was finally time to make all things right. There was a certain distinguishable weight to his baritone voice as he insisted that she was important and, therefore, so were the ongoings within her life. Such tender words were distinctly rare from the often stoic Alpha, the bright green of his gaze glancing towards the woman at his side as she nodded in an effort to show she was listening. Weather or not those words made a difference to her, he could hardly tell. Irregardless, Tetradore was trying, the Alpha inquiring shortly after if there was anything else she had simply not felt there was time for. Tetradore fell silent in the moments after, allowing Alexis the time to think as he drove them ever closer towards the bakery. Admittedly, the declaration of working for his grandfather caught the Were-King off guard and yet...a barista seemed...to suite the young woman, far more then the rowdy rough and tumble world of the Ark and it's fights. After all, Tetradore knew well how much she...disliked the violence that occurred within their home on a near nightly basis.

"Huh." He commented after a moment, glancing towards her as he parked the sports car in front of the cafe. "Do you enjoy it?" The Alpha inquired, genuinely...curious of the life Alexis led outside of the confines of the Ark, particularly when it was so seemingly involved with his own family. Tetradore gestured briefly towards the building just outside of Alexis' door. "It's not very inventive in it's name but, the owner makes good cookies and her coffee is...so-so. Don't tell Alexander that, though, he'll get egotistical...like anyone needs that." The Were-King's eye rolled, his very words perhaps giving away his familiarity with Alexis' boyfriend without his realization. Nevertheless, Tetradore stepped out of the car quite before she could comment on it, the man walking around and onto the sidewalk but moment's later. Easily he locked the vehicle only after Alexis stepped out, guiding the young woman into the warmth of The Bakery. "Better on your throat?" He half-questioned as he glanced towards her, only to gesture her briefly towards the counter to place her order.

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