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 February 01, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
His eyebrow twitched ever so slightly with annoyance as the girl hardly moved under the contact of his finger. His first prod seemed to have gone entirely ignored, prompting him to continue the method as if the simple act of poking the girl would somehow force her awake and out of his bed. A scowl crossed his features as she rolled over, presenting him with the rather large pool of drool on his pillow. If there was anything the man was capable, thanks to his leopard acquaintance, it was knowledge exactly of how to annoy someone awake. His prodding of her shoulder intensified, his frustration quite clearly present across his masculine features. Tetradore was beginning to find himself caring very little about who she was, much less what she thought she was doing within his bed so much as the simple fact of getting her OUT of it before she continued to spoil it with her...cooties.

His incessant prodding only ceased as her eyelashes fluttered open over deep brown eyes. Tetradore pulled back from her, his figure still standing over her from his side of the bed. The male heard the sound of her disgruntled groan as she pulled herself from the grasp of the sleep that clung so desperately to her. Despite the roar that accompanied her harsh tone, Tetradore hardly flinched, his arms instead crossing over his chest as he continued. Her protest that she was attempting to sleep was met with a roll of his eyes. "I am well aware." He responded crisply, his tone cold and callous, echoing the embers of anger that had only just begun to flicker to life somewhere deep within him.

The man watched as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, his solid form hardly willing to budge on this matter. Her declaration that she knew him caused his eyebrows to raise ever so slightly. If she knew even the littlest about him, Tetradore was quite certain that she wouldn't have been so keen to climb into his bed within his room. Her rather blunt assessment of the shift in the Ark's power, however, caused Tetradore to hesitate if only for the briefest of moments. It was hardly a secret of what he had done. In fact, it had become quite a well known fact though those that did speak of it to his face often used veiled words to somehow decriminalize the sheer brutality associated with what he'd done. No one had ever dared used the word 'murder', even if he was willing to admit that it was entirely true.

"I did." Tetradore stated in the same straightforward fashion she had presented him with. "Imagine what I'd do to a girl in my bed without me in it." He was resorting to threats now and he knew it, willing to try anything before the physical act of dragging her from his bed. It took far too much effort though, he decided as he watched her once again get comfortable beneath his plush sheets, it was an effort he might have been willing to expend to keep his bed exactly that -- his.
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