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

and you could be my judge


Posted on January 01, 2023 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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


Tetradore was cautious when it came to his sibling and his own romantic relationship. He didn't exactly have a reason to distrust Nadya - Mira, after all, was more than capable of holding her own...and yet his remarkably limited experiences with his sister that didn't end in her yelling at him resulted in Tetradore's almost blatant guard. A soft grunt was all he offered in response to his sibling's soft comment on his girlfriend's name. Rather, it was several long moments later that Tetradore redirected the conversation back to the matter at hand - his insistence that he preferred her stay within the walls of the Ark almost entirely glossed over by his mention of her boyfriend and the children he could only assume were with the ivory haired Alpha. His sister's reaction to the name, however, hardly went unobserved by Tetradore, his emerald irises focused entirely upon her even as the Were-King leaned nonchalantly against the door frame. Nadya's continued insistence that she didn't know Frost was baffling enough, but her announcement of not having children only further caused his eyebrows to furrow. Tetradore made no effort to stop his sibling as Nadya bolted from the bed and into the adjoining bathroom. Rather, he shifted just enough within his spot to keep her within his gaze as she clutched onto the countertop.

Tetradore was oblivious of the vibrations that seemed to afflict the glass surrounding the distraught woman - at least until it all unexpectedly shattered around her. The abruptness of the noise made even Tetradore flinch as the shards clattered to the ground, slicing flesh and filling the room with a poignant scent of blood in the process. He watched as Nadya sank to the ground, clutching her head in the process. The movement didn't suggest the girl had endured any heavy injury from the broken glass - the wounds artificial at best and yet, Tetradore was hardly oblivious that something was amiss. An audible sigh left his lips as the Were-King finally left his post at the bedroom door, the man crossing the room to slowly squat down at the entrance of the bathroom, giving his sister some measure of space. "Nadya, I know you're upset but you need to keep your emotions a bit more under control. I won't have you shattering the windows of the Ark - I paid too much money for this boat for you to destroy it." He uttered, his baritone voice void of any discernible emotion. He paused for a moment, his fingers fiddling with a callus on his thumb as he considered the situation before him. "...what is the last thing you remember before the Dark Hunters?" The Alpha inquired carefully, certain that Nadya's answer would provide at least some insight into her current mental state.

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