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
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 October 13, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
His emerald eyes stared at the crystalline ones across from him, entirely unflinchingly. He was oblivious of that which the female feared from him. Oblivious what she thought he was capable of - of what even he knew he was capable of. However, she, in the short time that Tetradore had known her, had been an exception to everything he had ever been taught. She was the light within that ever expansive dark tunnel. It seemed fitting really that he should be the thing to bring her clawing into his own impenetrable darkness. A small frown crossed his masculine features as her fair feature twist, a scowl crossing her crimson lips as she spat his own words back at him. He fell silent, his gaze tearing from her lithe frame and instead shifting to the sea. It seemed like just another thing that was his fault. There seemed to be a lot of them lately. Her death. Their eternal ability to be at odds with each other. Nadya and Tobias. He felt her rise beside him, he heard the delicate plop of the sea shell fall beside him into the pillowing sand. It was a miracle the thing was still in tact and slowly he reached out to pick up the memento between his forefinger and thumb. Briefly his gaze trailed towards her fleeting figure and her auburn hair that swayed within the gentle zephyr.
Tetradore's gaze turned back towards the ocean, his fingertips tracing over the star feature on the shell he had given her. "Don't think you are without any either. As blind to them as you might be. We might not be Harley or the family that you want." His baritone voice was soft, absent of the fury that only moments ago had filled his tone. It was impossible for him to stay mad at her long. She was a soft spot for him, one that even now still managed to lull his anger with the realization of how much he seemed to affect her....still. "But..." He continued on, fully willing to let his voice get lost to the wind, "We're still here for you....because of you." He was speaking personally now, but he didn't expect her to hear him. In fact he was quite certain she'd all but left him at this point and yet, he still found himself speaking the truth to her.
He was still here within this city not for his family or some bizarre sentiment to the world Risque had raised him in. It was all because of her. He had tried to build his family a home to stay near her. Voice it made Tetradore realize just how ridiculous of a notion it was, to pause your life for someone terrified of your very existence. A soft sigh left his lips as he ran his hand through his hair. He knew from experience that chasing after her when she didn't want him did not particularly end well for him. Instead, he let her go to return to the apartment he particularly avoided equally for her sake.
