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 28, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The were's emerald eyes traced over the shoreline in front of him, his thoughts focused on what he had achieved thus far and what still needed to be done to provide his 'family' with what he was supposed o provide, weather or not they deserved it. He was doing his best to move his life beyond Risque, doing his best not to associate every click of heels upon wooden floors with the woman. It was a slow process, to find meaning to his life now that his continual torture had finally come to an end. A soft sigh left his lips as he unburied the fragile disk from the sand, his fingertips running over the unique star shaped pattern on the top. A frown married his lips as he slowly dragged his eyes from the granules beneath him to the rushing waves in front of him. Tetradore was oblivious of the woman's presence behind him. The sand dollar was flipping in his fingers in an nonchalant nature when she finally did approach, his movements halted abruptly by her feminine voice as his brightly hued gaze found that auburn hair with silence and a slightly parted mouth. In truth, Tetradore was amazed that she even bothered to approach him, all too aware of exactly what her opinions of him consisted of.

He remained silent in spite of her observations, his attention solely upon her as she settled down beside him. Despite his usual lack of presence around her apartment, the man had certainly not been oblivious to the small changes within the woman since her release from Risque's care. He had noted the way her clothing had become vastly more conservative (although really he hardly was surprised of such). He had watched he slowly begin to blossom within the role of what she had become and even now he had to admit that once some color had returned her skin - she was just as beautiful as she was the day she had met him. He tore his gaze from her, casually offer the young woman the sand dollar that he's found only moments before without any lingering thought. "I should have Tobias out of your apartment by the end of the week." He spoke softly, focusing on whatever fashion he was able to better her life. He continually felt as if he owed her far more the he was capable of giving her. He took her life from her, he invaded her home and seemed incapable of doing a single thing to make up for it all.

He cleared his throat momentarily before continuing on, "I'm afraid I don't have a place for Nadya yet though, if you don't mind?" The recent drama within his own 'pack' was just another weight upon his shoulders, in truth he'd been avoiding them all more then he cared to admit of late. Hardly finding the same comfort he once had within their presence, especially with the knowledge of the things they had done together. His lips pressed together at the memory of the images he'd seen, his head shaking ever so slightly in the process. He still didn't know what to do about them but they were, at the end of the day, the only family he had anymore.

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