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 27, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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" ....I need to know that the cub will be safe....that you won't hurt it....". His sisters words seemed to reverberate within his head, casting the were-panther to some deep, dark place within his own mind. It haunted him, the monster she thought him to be, the one Risque had trained him to be his entire life and yet, it was also the one he tried to push aside and lock away some where deep inside of him. She knew exactly how and where to stab him, she knew all to well the way in which to shove the knife and twist it till he brooded over the words she spoke. His mother and father, proud? His claws extended, grating against metal of the ship, his tail flicking in an agitated fashion. The anger at her came and went, replaced at times with a spiraling dejection. Why she seemed so determined to do this to him every time he saw her was beyond him and yet, Nadya was his family, the only piece of his previous life that he so desperately clutched to. If she thought him a cub killing monstrosity, then he clearly must be one. It was in the finality of this decision that a feminine voice reached out to him, brushing against his mind with gentle tones.

His gaze shifted, darting to his periphery though he failed to react, at least, not immediately. His form stilled, those tremulous emotions pushed back behind a perfectly practiced facade of apathy. Tetradore inhaled softly, slowly standing to all four paws, turning from the horizon he had been staring at with unseeing eyes to instead face the females. Tetradore was surprised to notice the ebony tiger accompanied the lupine that had become a rather familiar sight. He knew well of her relationship with Tobias, even if the boy was yet unsure of what his feelings for her meant. it had been another weight upon his shoulders with Nadya's pregnancy and their continued bickering. "No, stay as long as you'd like." He responded simply, settling back upon the ground, his tail wrapping around his figure as his emerald eyes drifted between them. He suspected they would stay up here regardless of what he said. It seemed lately that his stature as Alpha was quickly loosing any meaning.

Tetradore was entirely ignorant that either females wanted anything from him. In fact, the only thing he was certain of was that for some reason they both desired to be on the deck of the ship. His striking emerald eyes briefly fluttered towards Regan with a brief hint of inquisitiveness. The last time he'd seen the tiger was at the fateful masquerade during which they had exchange a moment of their own. Never before had she expressed any interest in stepping a foot into his ship despite his invitation. Regardless of his curiosity on the matter, Tetradore chose not to ask after it, instead leaving the females to their own devices. His gaze shifted from the pair and back towards the horizon, his thoughts startlingly blank.

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