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

So I can hit the note, go do it all again


Posted on August 28, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

Tetradore had particularly little reason to believe the Ark might be the epicenter of any disgruntlement within his Vector. The very realization of just what Henry was suggesting was met with a face of pure skepticism. His Vector, after all, had been the very definition of 'moody' ever since his break up - long before this version of the Ark had come into existence. That incident had been years ago. It had never mattered until now. Until Henry's relationship was over. Frankly, Tetradore doubted this had anything to do with the Ark at all. Henry was just lashing out on every little thing he could to face the reality of his feelings. It was a tactic that the Were-King could identify with ease, if only for how often he himself had employed it during his teenage years. His eyes rolled as he brought the glass of Whiskey to his lips, a single brow cocked upward as his head shook to the side. God, what had he done to have to deal with such sheer stupidity this morning? "You know Henry..." He commented, pausing to take a sip of the liquor in his cup. "...that is the stupidest fucking shit I've heard all god damned week. Why the fuck would I spend millions of dollars just to torture you? You wouldn't even fucking care that the Ark was a yacht if your boyfriend was still dating you."

Henry, after all, hardly meant enough to the Were-King to warrant such a level of spiteful attention from the man, even despite his attempts to try, in his own way, with the man he had turned. Their relationship continued to be nonexistent - a one sided blaming game that Tetradore was quickly finding himself tired of as he so quickly voiced what he knew was the heart of the matter. He listened as Henry tried to redirect the conversation, though the sarcastic inflection within the Were's voice revealed just how much he truly cared for the pack that surrounded him. It was that very tone that saw Tetradore offer his Vector that very 'out' that the man seemed to want. How quickly Henry seemed to hesitate to take it, though! The Were's almost vulnerable admittance that he had nowhere else to go bought a hint of annoyance to Tetradore's features, the whiskey glass dangling from his fingertips as he eyed the fellow across the bar from him. A soft snort left his nose, "You and I both know you could go anywhere you want. Nothing is keeping you here. If you wanted an apartment in the west, you could have told me and I'd have gotten you one...or you easily could have bought one yourself so don't give me this shit, Henry. You just want an excuse to wallow in your own self pity."

Tetradore brought the glass to his lips, the Alpha easily swallowing the rest of the whiskey poured in the tumbler before placing the solid glass on the counter top with an audible thud as he rose to a stand. "If you want to be in the pack, then make a fucking effort. The girls will only take so much of you choosing to be an asshole before you find yourself truly alone and I can promise you, that'll make living on a luxury yacht feel like a walk in the fucking park."

The King of the Damned

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