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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on November 09, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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His fingers reached up to massage his temples, a small frown crossing his masculine features as he eyed the financial documents laid out upon the table in the middle of the room. In truth, Tetradore hadn't taken into account the administrative tasks that came with running a place like this. However, when free steaks and cake was given out to the weres every night, the money had to come from somewhere. A soft sigh left his lips as he leaned back within his seat, his emerald eyes shifting to the feline settled upon the rug within his room. He had been avoiding Nadya ever since learning of the clandestine actions the two had done. He'd attempted to shut Tobias out of his life in the same fashion but the boy was ever persistent, more so then Tetradore perhaps was. A soft sigh left his lips, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. What he wouldn't have given for a nice stiff drink. "Shall we go see the fights tonight?" He inquired briefly, his attention shifting to Tobias. It was the perfect evening to settle amongst the crowd with a cheap beer in hand. Quite honestly it be the best reprieve he'd had in months.

He stood from his seat, a small frown crossing his features as his name filtered through his mind via their pack bond. A soft growl left his lips as he recognized Nadya's voice, "I'd appreciate it if you didn't mutilate all of our men." He shot back at her, his tone surely holding his discontent. Despite the months that had passed, Tetradore still held no real desire to see his sister, much less be stuck in a room with the two. Sadly, he doubted that he would be able to simple avoid her now that she'd ventured into the Ark herself, and clearly in a poor mood. Then again, when was she ever in a good mood? Whenever Tobias was around, she seemed finicky, exasperated, and irritable. It was amazing she'd managed to put aside her short fuse to fuck the Leopard. The memory brought a dark look to his masculine features but he'd refused to speak to either of them of what he'd seen since that day. He never bothered to voice how betrayed he felt by their actions, half way because he knew Tobias would hardly understand the concept to begin with.

"Tobi, go find Nadya before she decides to kill what we tried so hard to keep alive." He muttered, the smallest of sneers crossing his features. He knew all too well that this encounter was hardly going to end well. She could only possibly be here to bring him more trouble, especially with the attitude that accompanied her entrance into his domain. He turned his back towards Tobi and the door, knowing the feline would follow his command without any further questions and briefly, Tetradore considered just how interesting those financial statements seemed now with a proverbial tornado upon the horizon.

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