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 29, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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He could hear the rush of the crowd that surrounded him, enveloping him with their resonating voices. Tetradore could feel the weight of their gazes collectively upon him as he shed his human skin, his panther roar echoing in the metal hull. They seemed particularly pleased when he felt fit to step into the ring. Perhaps they simply yearned for him to fall from his gilded throne or maybe they truly enjoyed the show that he was always able to provide, one that he always won when he felt he had played enough with his victims. He stepped into the ring, his tail flicking ever so slightly in anticipation of the much larger fellow that stepped in across from him. He was inquisitive as to what lie beneath his grizzled flesh, it was this reveal that was always half the fun. While his sibling viewed his business as exploitive, Tetradore entirely saw it as a game, a game to be conquered. Somewhere deep down they still held some animalistic desire, some feral nature that reveled in besting others like them. He merely made a corporation out of such dark fantasies.

Tetradore watched as the hefty man let the transformation take over, his calloused skin giving way to black fur. His emerald eyes narrowed as he stared at the gorilla, his mouth parting to show his sharply pointed ivories. The gorilla's howl echoed in the metal ship, his own roar immediately answering and soon the two creatures collided, their abilities being flung around the ring with clear aptitude. In this moment, Tetradore was hardly aware enough of the crowd to note his sister's presence. The entirety of his attention was devoted to his task at hand, pushing the gorilla into a corner with the fear that ran rampart through the air, letting him become whatever monstrosity that they were so terrified of. He had been told before back Jackal that this was cheating, but so too had the man claimed that his venom was too deadly to use. Sheer skill, while entirely within his realm, occasionally bore him, often causing him to finish his fights with the finesse of his "cheating". It wasn't much later that the match came to an end, himself emerging victorious to find a beer shoved in his hand and several strong pats on the back. The man hardly bothered sticking around, however, making his way up the staircase towards the room that he often dwelt within.

He paused before his door just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, pushing the door open with his foot. A small frown crossing his lips at the sight of his sibling at his desk. "Nadya?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in a rather confused fashion.His sister had only stepped within the Ark once, that fateful night still resonating deeply within his brain. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?" He inquired, slowly stepping around the furniture towards the desk. He could only assume the worst at her presence and it only begun to concern the man all the more.

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