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 20, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Territories were something sacred within the twisted underworld he'd lived within. They were a little piece of the world that was entirely yours. Certainly the man had never had such a stake on his own but he had been there at Risque's side through enough of such battles to know exactly what lay before him. The alpha of this world was not going to give up what he had claimed easily, and Tetradore knew this could quickly become a bloody battle that persisted to the last breath. However, his exceedingly long time spent within Risque's care led the were to believe that this was something he was more then capable of not only doing, but succeeding at. Such confidence certain led to his choice of a difficult target but even so he hardly hesitated as he meandered up the gangplank to the interior of the Ark in a nonchalant fashion. A small dip of his head in acknowledgement was the only display he provided the short Mexican man who stood outside. Letting Tobias' familiar presence be enough to get them waved through. His emerald gaze darted around the inside of the large barge, taking in the number of bodies and the noisy fights to his left. Things could get messy fast if they weren't able to take such a war to the chambers deeper within the Ark. It was best not to interrupt the games.

His head bobbed ever so slightly at Tobias' statement, having already come to the same conclusion. Sure, it was possible that the alpha here had men loyal to his cause but quite frankly, Tetradore doubted the all of the Ark would die for one alpha. Most men were too easily swayed by, too submissive to rise against a power they deemed more authoritative. Instead, his emerald eyes followed the direction of Tobias' finger, noting the landing above that would take them out of the view of the main room. It seemed like a good enough place to start as any. "Come." He said simply, carefully skirting the majority of the crowd and instead sticking to the sidelines as much as possible. Tetradore hardly wanted their presence to be noted and, quite thankfully, the fight going on seemed engaging enough that few turned an eye towards the two men.

A small frown crossed his features as they neared the base of the stares, his gaze landing on two men settled at the base, clearly intended to keep any wandering individual from proceeding to areas they didn't belong. He hesitated, his thoughts shifting through the options they had before them. Discreet was a word that really described neither of the man's capabilities, his gaze shifted over the surroundings, a look of frustration briefly flittering across his features before a small notion crossed the fore front of his brain. Not too far from them, two young women were settled at a table by themselves watching the battle in front of them. Briefly Tetradore gestured towards the two girls, questioning the extent of Tobias' abilities. "Do you think you can get them....to distract...them?" He inquired, point back towards the two men who barred their entrance. Tetradore wanted to keep as many of the staff alive as possible tonight, if only because they might become of use later. He hardly wanted to go through the labor of trying to restaff the entire Ark after taking it over. In the meantime, he could only hope Tobias had enough reign upon his chaotic creation to provide just the smallest of slices tonight. After all, they were supposed to be as smooth as ninjas, weren't they?

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