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 December 20, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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Slowly but surely, Tetradore began to get used to the seat of the throne that he'd stolen under the seat of the previous unsuspecting alpha. It had been a difficult mantle to take up, the polar bear's subordinates were less then kind to the change in the ranks of power. For a while, every day was a test, mini rebellions would break out amongst the ranks, almost requiring Tetradore to come into the position that had always been his to take. It suited him well, this new found authority and in time the Ark's ranks fell in line - the battles continuing, if not becoming more profitable and boisterous under his astute command. Tonight Tetradore had finally found it within himself to tidy the unorderly room that he'd taken over. The previous alpha had left a plethora of gold and trinkets spread about the almost pirate themed room as if to complete the privateer look. While Tetradore enjoyed the feel and look of the dark oak wood, the gold as was a bit much to his personal tastes. Bits of the lesser worth items had been given to fights below as "prizes" to the winners from the house itself and tonight the presence of the gilded trinkets made the room all the more rowdy.

Tetradore was nestled at a table in the back of the arena area, a beer held within his hand as the front two feet of the chair hovered off the ground. He reclined with cat like ease, the space around him was surprisingly empty for the crowd gathered within the cargo ship. It was a rare sign of respect, the way they parted around him like water, ensuring that he always maintained this bubble of solitude. It was much appreciated, in a way. Although he enjoyed the Ark and the fighting, the congregation was sometimes taxing on his soul, agitating him enough that he rarely stayed within the large cargo area for the entirety of the evening. His emerald gaze flickered over the fight currently taking place between a fox and a honey badger, a small ghost of a simper crossed his features before, out of the corner of his eyes, Tetradore spotted someone new. In the previous few months, the were-panther had gotten quite used to the faces that frequented his establishment, having taken some time to get to know at least their names. The female that hovered on the threshold, however, was someone entirely new.

Her blonde locks swayed ever so slightly in the winter breeze that swirled around the ship off the ocean. He watched her blue eyes drift over the building with this glimpse of complete awe upon her feminine features. His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at her, his baritone voice finally finding it fit to call out to the young woman. "Would you like to come in or did you just want to stare at my ship?" There was a trace of a boyish simper upon his facade as he watched her with a hint of inquisitiveness, leaning forward ever so slightly so the front two feet of his chair hit the ground with a soft thud. "Are you lost, love?" Tetradore inquired with a hint of seriousness overcoming his playful nature. Girls like her didn't walk into places like this intentionally, that even Tetradore was aware of.

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