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 21, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
His striking emerald eyes never once left the figure of the youthful female standing before him. He hardly moved as she stared at him, knowing that predatory look all too well. Unfortunately, Tetradore was hardly the type to be defined as prey. In fact, the fashion at which she eyed him served only to ruffle his unseen hackles, reminding him vastly too much of when he had indeed been the pet of an undead mistress rather then an Alpha controlling the Western side of the city. Regardless, Tetradore hardly gave into such basal instincts, instead remaining entirely still beneath the weight of her gaze as if he was entirely unaffected by her movements what so ever. He failed to reply to her hissing words, instead simply remaining steadfast as she moved from one topic to the next. A small shrug befell his masculine shoulders as he leaned forward towards her ever so slightly, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly in the process. "I like to know what new thing they've come up with. Last time they claimed I was Shadow Cat and then for a while I was demon cat - what was it again? Bakeneko?" He inquired, his gaze still somehow steadfast upon her.

It was only her mention of the fights that caused his attention to deviate, shifting, albeit briefly, to the ring that had originally captured his attention. The fight he had been watching had ended without his notice, instead being replaced by a horned goat and an alligator. Though the ring he had seen a wider variety of were then he had even thought existed. Every night was usually fascinating enough for him to pause but tonight seemed to have different things in store for him. His attention shifted back towards her as she continued on. There was something almost...flirtatious in her tone, or perhaps it was simply because no one simply asked him to spend time with him because they just wanted to talk. He knew all too well what suggestions ended with if only because he had oft been the one providing drinks with the same such suggestions of persuasion. She might have very well been a female but there was some bit of her that was distinctly sexual - a piece that he was capable of pinpointing with relative ease. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he nodded, gesturing ever so slightly to the bar not terribly far from his current position. "Would you care for a drink?" He inquired, his baritone voice gaining an almost husky hint to it as his emerald eyes intensely fell upon her. If it was a game she wanted, he was willing enough to see where it went.

He started to lead her towards the bar that took up the entire back end of the large warehouse, pausing only at her "hypothetical" inquiry. A soft laugh left his lips, vastly more amused by the notion then he might have other wise been if not for one entirely simple fact. "I've been known to..." He paused, searching for the right word, "...enjoy an Anaconda or two." He commented, offering the woman a sly wink. He knew he was being particularly vague on exactly what he meant and, quite frankly, it was just the way he intended it to be. He fully intended to let her divine her own meaning from his words. Let's see exactly what time of girl she was, shall we?
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