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

there's a place in the dark where the animals go


Posted on October 12, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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In truth, Tetradore had been entirely avoiding his once friend. A part of him suspected that Tobias had little grasp of the atrocity he had done. He knew all too well that Nadya should have been the responsible party, that she should have stopped such actions from ever occurring and yet, his anger at them both was still far too present to simply forgive the boy's action. Tobias incessant yowling was often cause of Tetradore's attempts to escape the Ark and tonight was certainly one such evening. He recognized Tobias' presence the moment the leopard had tracked him down, however the were panther offered no show of acknowledgement of the boy's presence, even as he settled at his side. Instead, his emerald eyes stayed focused upon the obsidian feline, his attention entirely focused upon the woman that stood over the wounded lupine. He noted the threatening look deep set within those amaranthine eyes. Tetradore was hardly perturbed, however, his figure the epitome of placidity. It was true, he was choosing to do nothing regarding the wolf's predicament but she was not yet his to guard. After all, it seemed as if the tiger had everything under control.

His gaze lingered upon the female as her ebony fur receded to marred flesh, ignoring entirely the hiss from his companion. Instead, his eyes roaming over her lithe naked frame with a vague sense of interest. He watched the fashion at which her hands moved with precision - pulling hook and spear tip from wounds upon the lupine creature. She worked well with her hands, more so then a normal were mine. Tetradore's attention stayed steadfast, even as the wolf rose with a sense of glee. It was only the presence of the umbrage that broke the spell besetting the ebony panther, a yawn stretching across his maw in a glimpse of boredom. His ear flicked at the sound of Tobias' growl, calling the wolf back to his side and she seemed eager enough to oblige the leopard's desires. Briefly his eyes fluttered over the blue hued one's of the wolf as she paused in front of him, the moment was short lived, however, as the wolf returned to Tobias and in Tetradore's contentment to ignore the boy's presence all together, he too chose to ignore the female.

Instead, his attention returned entirely to the imposing tiger, his figure rising back to all four paws. Silently his paws brushed against the wooden docks as he stepped forward, letting the shift overcome his masculine figure. He stood in front of her, his striking eyes still as brilliant as ever as he watched her, equally as unaffected by the nakedness that came with such a change. The peculiar colored wolf was the only were he'd ever met that seemed to hold a sense of modesty, but he chose not to comment on it, even now. "Welcome to the Westside." He spoke, his baritone voice void of any hostility, "Do you live around here?" Tetradore inquired softly. Despite perhaps common belief, the were-panther was entirely capable of being diplomatic when it so suited him. His recent acquisition of the Ark had not gone without some strife and, quite frankly, she interested him. It was that which stayed any immediate desire to prove his control over this side of town, in fact, he was quite capable of being entirely cordial when it came to things he wanted.

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