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

I got no more time to hear what you think about me


Posted on December 29, 2021 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you


His fist solidly collided with the center of the punching bag, the bag swaying with the very impact before meeting the Alpha's other fist. An audible breath left his lips as his emerald green eyes watched the swaying of the bag, timing those punches with care, all the whilst ignoring his Beta's antics on the treadmill that seemed to all but thrill the leopard. He had only just begun to work up a sweat, finding that perfect rhythm when Jackal's voice cut through the ship's intercom system, immediately prompting Tetradore to catch the punching bag that swung back at him. An visible scowl crossed his lips, Jackal's voice sure to be heard throughout the ship as he advertised his sister's apparent prodigal return. For a moment, he considered simply not venturing downstairs. After all, the two had hardly left things on amicable terms. Still, the last he had heard, Nadya had left even Frost to his own devices. No one he knew of had heard from the woman for at least a year. While that in itself wasn't anything of particular note, a part of Tetradore was...curious why she sought to return now...and to him of all beings. Perhaps her 'mate' hadn't offered her the warm welcome back she had been looking for.

His eyes rolled as he reached for the straps on the gloves, pulling them off his hand before tossing them on the bench nearby. His face was wiped off easily with a wet rag before Tetradore reached for his shirt, pulling it over his chest. "Tobias, stay here." He muttered to the leopard, as he wandered out of the pack's private gym. He made his way through the halls of the Ark, the luxury liner finally had begun to feel like home in the past few months, though the pack seemed to be adjusting slower to the transition then he would have liked. He thought little of it, however, as he entered the second floor balcony that overlooked the fighting rings that served as the Ark's main entrance. Already he could see Nadya's frame, leaning heavily against the wall in some bright blue matching...outfit of...some sort. Admittedly, his sister's clothing choice had never been something he'd paid particular heed to. Fashion as a whole was so entirely lost on the man.

Tetradore's arms crossed over his chest as he stepped down from the last staircase, the man pausing several feet from his sibling as he stared at her with those impassive emerald eyes that were so reminiscent of their father. He glanced silently over her feminine figure, though those bruises on her fair features hardly provoked much of a reaction within him. Weres healed fast, as a rule. They would surely be gone by morning. Nadya, in turn, had proven how very...brash she could be. Perhaps her mouth had finally gotten her into some trouble...and yet still, why come here? "What do you want?" He inquired, his voice a soft rumble in the hollow, quiet space.

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