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

because all your words are so cold, so callous, so clean


Posted on February 27, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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


A visible frown lined Tetradore's features as he eyed the figure of his sibling, his arms crossed over his chest in a quite clear display of how very closed off he had become to her. Her physical state hardly provoked much of a reaction within the man, however, those wounds were not terribly life threatening and would heal quickly thanks to their species' increased capabilities. Instead, it was a single question that lingered upon his mind - why had she come here, of all places, after not stepping foot within the Ark or near him for years. His baritone voice was a quiet rumble in the equally as silent ship - the daylight hours prone to their quietness when the night was such a stark difference. Slowly, her gaze rose upward towards him, even if she seemed hesitant to answer his question. Her explanation of her presence, however, hardly satisfied the Were-King as his eyebrow rose inquisitively. "Hunters?" Tetradore muttered questioningly as his gaze slowly slid over the peculiar blue outfit she was wearing. Nadya, it seemed, tended to be quite the magnet for Dark Hunters. This was not the first time that she had an encounter with the race...which in itself was...unexpected. Her ties to both himself and Frost should have been enough for the Hunters to give her a wide berth. Clearly, they had not been a part of the Council.

Those thoughts, however, were pushed aside by the peculiar question upon his sister's lips, one that saw his brows furrow as he regarded her blankly. "....what?" Redecorate? What the hell was she talking about? The sinking of the Ark had made the local news - it was impossible for anyone to miss. The new boat was just as striking, confusing the two was inconceivable. He watched as his sister's nose wrinkled, her hand rising to her forehead as she stood from the bench, only to mutter something about laying down as she moved past him, merely assuming her presence was even one he was willing to tolerate within his ship. "Where are you going Nadya? You don't have a bedroom here. Or clothes." He commented gruffly as he turned to watch her, his arms still crossed over his chest. Everything she had once had sunk to the bottom of the ocean with his previous ship. That room she'd had was one he hadn't bothered to designate to her again - and why should he have when the gap between them had turned into a fucking chasm. "You could probably borrow some of the girl's clothes if you needed but you should probably just go home, Nadya."

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