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
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The youthful voice that crossed his mind failed to fill the fellow with any kind of compassion. Instead, he simply sat there, still as a statue as his emerald gaze observed her. Perhaps not terribly unlike her, Tetradore's youth hadn't always been the greatest. Certainly the boy had his fun within the pack of his family - creating mini rebellions and general trouble with his 'second in command' but it had been far too short lived. By ten they were all dead. His mother. His father. His siblings. His entire pack was dead and he had been quite literally taken into slavery to be the pet of some malicious vampire. His head shook abruptly, pushing those memories from the forefront of his brain. For the last 15 years he'd spent his life within her so called care, finally finding freedom within the past month and yet, despite all this, despite all the knowledge of what she was going through and of what he had been through, he still failed to find any sort of pity for the child. Instead offering only the hard truth of the world he'd been through.

"She's not here." He stated simply, his hard gaze settled upon her. "In all probability she's dead. You should stop searching for her. She's not coming back. You're on your own." His tone had turned cold and factual, as if he was doing her the only service he could - preparing her for what was to come. He slowly stood to his feet, his paws shifting on the cement beneath her. "If you shut up instead of crying all the damn time, you'd probably have better luck in getting a sense of where your going." Tetradore grumbled, stepping out the alley with a backward glance at the child.


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