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

you've been asleep while i've been in hell


Posted on March 20, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

He was positively soaked, his clothes practically sticking to him as Tetradore's shadows unfurled to reveal the warm interior of the rocking Ark. A small frown tugged at the Were-King's features as he moved towards the counter against the far wall, only to pluck a towel from its depths. He paused just long enough to run it over his dark brown locks, the soft groaning of his sports cars filling his ears as the boat shifted side to side with the angry ocean that surrounded them. It was abnormal for the Alpha to be up so early. Usually he tended to stay in bed at least until late in the morning, if not early afternoon, the man often skipping breakfast entirely. The warmth of his bed is exactly where Tetradore should have been, if it wasn't for the multitude of phone calls he'd gotten earlier in the morning regarding difficulties with the port authority, incorrectly filed paperwork, unsecured cargo, and the status of one of his crew's vaccinations. It had been a busy morning for the Were-King, to say the very least. How he was looking forward to getting dry and, if he was lucky, finding some sort of blissful alone time whilst the storm raged on beyond those large glass windows.

He trekked towards the stairs where his own suite surely awaited him, only to pause at the sound of clinking bottles down the hallway. That was...odd. This early in the morning it was unlikely that the girls would be getting prepared for the evening ahead. Tetradore paused, his towel now draping over his shoulders as water still dripped from his shirt and soaked jeans. Even his shoes felt like they were squelching as the man turned towards the hallway that led to the large cargo hold the bar and accompanying fighting rings were situated within. He hardly took more than a step or two into the arena when the sight of his vector's back caused his brow to rise ever so slightly. "You're starting early, aren't you?" He commented, hardly expecting much of a response. Henry had become....downright hostile, the man clearly not coping with his breakup well, though Tetradore made little effort to get involved within his vector's love life. Frankly, he was almost prepared for some bitter comment from the man for even so much as uttering a word within Henry's direction. It almost made him wonder why he even tried...though, perhaps he was just being particularly pessimistic after his last encounter with his other vector. God, how did he get saddled with two exceedingly difficult people?

The King of the Damned

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