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

ISOLT :: the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on September 18, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

He should have known this wasn't going to be easy. Taking over another's territory was like eliciting war on a much more compact scale. Not only did the were have to first take over the entire Ark and weed out the personal within that remained loyal to the now dead shifter, but the entire warehouse district had erupted into rebellion - each battle being squashed with an iron fist. Just when he thought they had accepted the change his presence had brought upon their "perfect" little world, another wave of discontent arose to press upon his authority. Even if Tetradore was certainly unwilling to admit it, this attempt to craft his own life was absolutely exhausting, wearing at his resolve. He had been pampered under Risque's care, a thing he never thought he would ever think prior to now. In her pack it had been easy to skate along as her favorite and now, he had to prove it to the world. It was this ever present responsibility, these demands that he'd taken on himself in an effort to solidify their territory as a pack that brought Tetradore from the floating barge and to the nearby shores.

His hands were tucked into his pockets as he slowly wandered down those sandy beaches, the soothing sound of the crashing waves to his right. He lingered just out of their reach, the large ship behind him as he continued to meander away from it. The autumn zephyr gently caressed his features, ruffling his chocolate locks and throwing them into his dark emerald gaze. His footsteps created a trail within the sand, one that was quickly lost amongst the sea and the wind. For a while he was content, content to just be alone with his thoughts and the world wind his life had become since their abrupt escape from the dance club. Occasionally, he still found himself waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with dreams of her upon his mind. Those dreams, however, always seemed to be followed by the face of one auburn haired girl. Isolt. A small frown marred his masculine features as his thoughts turned down the familiar avenue of the young human he had been incapable of saving. Sometimes, he still checked on her, only ever wandering towards her apartment during the daylight hours when he knew she would be asleep. Part of him felt obligated to care for her, likely stemming from the large overwhelming regret he felt for her death.

A soft sigh left his lips as he stopped in place, his figure turning to face the sea. The moon was bright over head and though her glow was cast upon those waters, they remained dark and forboding. Slowly, Tetradore bent over, finding himself sitting upon the beach without any care as to the sand getting on his clothes. His knees were propped up at an angle, his feet meeting at the ankles. One arm dangled over his knee, his hand fingertips lightly bushing against the hand whilst his other elbow was propped upon his knee. His forehead leaning against his knuckles. His emerald eyes traced the shape of a sand dollar he'd dug up idly beneath the surface, his touch light as he brushed the sand off for fear it might break. For once in a very long time, the man was almost oblivious to his surroundings - his attention entirely focused on the intricate extraction of the fragile shell with his thoughts wandering towards the auburn haired vampire.

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