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

if you could start remembering


Posted on August 08, 2023 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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


Tetradore remained balanced upon the balls of his feet as he watched his sister take each frantic breath. Her anxiety, her fear, was a palpable thing for the Were-King. It was so easily malleable, so vulnerable to his own abilities...and yet, Tetradore staunchly ignored the allure of it and the dark power that begged to be used. Rather, his own baritone voice was distinctly flat as he scolded the young girl for destroying the bathroom. His words, by some miracle, managed to cut through her panic attack as she stuttered out an apology between strangled breaths. It was one he accepted wordlessly, the Alpha instead moving onto the problem at hand as he inquired what, exactly, Nadya remembered. Her gaze turned down and away from him as she searched through her mind for the last real thing she could grab onto - an event that had happened years ago. The frown upon his lips only further deepened as a soft rumble of acknowledgement echoed in the back of his throat. Of course he remembered burning down Syn. It was an act he had paid for dearly, though he hadn't told any one of the consequences of his faux 'freedom'. Rather, his forefinger picked at a callous upon his thumb as he considered all she had told him, her gaze finding his again in a silent quest for answers that Tetradore didn't have.

His head shook as he rose to his feet, his gaze drifting over the damage surrounding them before he reached his hand out towards his sister. "I don't know...but I know how to find out. Why don't you get some rest Nadya. I'll have someone clean this up and get you some new clothes and food. I need to make some phone calls." Though he hadn't the smallest idea of what occurred to his sister - if there were Dark Hunters involved, it was likely the Council would know something and had several contacts there who could provide him with all the details about that.