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 January 10, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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A soft, deep chuckle left the were-panther's lips at the sound of her feminine voice. Her gaze still studying the interior of the ship. The exterior of the boat was meant to look no different then the others that surrounded it. There was no effort made to clean the rust from it's hull or the dirt from the steel. It was the perfect kind of camouflage - keeping the outsiders from it's depths and requiring the weres that did want to participate some kind of invitation. The interior, however, Tetradore required to at least be well kept. The blood and booze was cleaned up every night when the fighting was oven and the ship was emptied. The stools were put back in their places, the trash cleaned up and the floor mopped till they shined. The Ark was a plethora of mystery and Tetradore loved it.

It was also true that the Ark had some what of a reputation amongst the were community. It was dingy and dirty on outside appearance, the crowd within it's hull no less boisterous and rough. The winnings were good, the fights were dirty and the booze flowed aplenty. Drug deals happened deep within it's depths, gambling, bets, and of course the fights and here he sat, the proverbial King of this decrepit underground world. His take over was sharp, hostile, and brutal. Most of the were community hadn't even been aware that the Polar Bear had been dethroned. It was not a fact he chose to flaunt, instead simply relishing in all that had become his domain. Surely the after math had required some time and careful cultivation but, in the end, the Ark had become just as profitable as before, perhaps even more so. Still, it was this preserved secrecy that Tetradore employed that caused his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly as the blonde woman asked after him by name - full name. Clearly she'd done more research then most. It made him suspicious of her, of what she was and slowly his emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"Perhaps I am." He responded ever so slightly, the smallest of shrugs crossing his broad shoulders. "What are the rumors you have heard?" He inquired, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly in a brief show of curiosity. Tetradore wasn't sure what to think of the girl he found in front of him. Not now. There was something almost devious about her from the look in her eye, something distinctly predator - though what she was he couldn't quite place. Still, Tetradore didn't feel particularly threatened. Having bested a bear and dominated a tiger, the were-panther had earned some mediocre of ego. Slowly, Tetradore climbed to his feet, his drink dangling between his fingertips in a nonchalant fashion as his emerald eyes perused her female figure with a hint of inquisitiveness. "Did you come here for the fights or for another reason entirely?" Tetradore questioned. She had certainly managed to capture his interest - the real question was, could she keep it?

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