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

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Posted on November 09, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The were panther effectively ignored the Leopard that departed from the scene, having no real inclination to follow him back to the Ark. Instead, his attention was entirely directed to the two women in front of him, having deemed them far more worthy then the so-called friend who'd taken it upon himself to warm his sister's bed. Unlike the large Tiger before him, Tetradore had little difficulty maintaining a position of complete stillness, his gaze only betraying where his interests lie. Patience and ability to remain motionless were skills that had been hard taught by the vampire mistress that once reigned over him, turning him into he creature he was today. Memories of her still occasionally haunted his mind but those nightmares had become more fleeting as the days turned into weeks which then stretched into months until finally, he was able to believe that maybe she was not going to come back for him. Maybe she had died within that fire. His attention turned from such weighty thoughts as a feminine voice slithered through his head, looking for confirmation. Absentmindedly he offered the briefest of nods, forcefully redirecting himself to the conversation at hand.

"She is welcome to stay, assuming you aren't intending to start a pack of your own in an attempt to run us off." He comment was accompanied with the briefest of simpers, one that failed to meet his sparkling emerald gaze. Despite his perhaps playful tone, Tetradore was quite serious on the matter, especially because he had recently done the exact same thing. Killing the previous alpha had been no easy task and he hated the notion that he might have to murder something so...pretty. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly, his gaze shifting to the shadows that covered her feminine figure, reminded all too well of Raven's attempt at modesty. Weather or not he was annoyed that such a valiant effort should too extend to the only female he'd been vaguely inquisitive about since he'd caused the death of the last one, was another matter entirely. He tore his gaze from Raven as she mirrored Regan's tone within his head, this question far more serious then the others. Tetradore didn't particularly like extending such an invitation on first meetings, Raven having been the acceptance since she bore both the scent of his best friend and his sister. The woman before him had no ties to them, she had no friendships or romantic relationships and yet, Tetradore could not deny that he wanted her.

He shifted ever so slightly, his shoulders raising in the slightest of shrugs, "That is your choice, if you should so be interested." He commented simply, his attention shifting towards the large cargo ship docked against the harbor. "However, you would be right to assume these are not just pack lands. Perhaps it would be something you would enjoy..." He added, his voice trailing off as he considered the possibility. She certainly held a strong independent aura about her, one that had permeated throughout her efforts to care for Raven. She wasn't just a loner. In a pack, she surely had the makings of a high ranked member. "The Ark," Tetradore took a moment to gesture to it loosely, "Is well known for it's fighting arena -- catering only to those of our kind. It is bound to offer you a wealth of entertainment." Now, he just had to see how on the money he was with his first assessment of her character.

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