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

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Posted on February 03, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
The were-panther was quite certain that if any of his pack members actually saw him within this very moment, staring at the girl that slept within his bed, snuggling between his sheets, they would have questions why he was toying with her then simply tossing her out of his room all together. It would have been easy enough, all things considered and yet, instead he simply stood there demanding her voluntary departure from his bed. Okay - perhaps he was playing with her a little more then necessary. Never the less, there was a soft sigh of disdain upon his lips as he slid under the comforter beside her, entirely ignorant of the surprise he had cast within the momentarily awake girl. That said, Tetradore was about to make very certain that she was very awake indeed. He pressed his back against her, entirely ignoring the grunt that left her lips as she burrowed deeper into his sheets. He was willing to let her get comfortable - for now. The moment had lasted exactly that before Tetradore was back to pressing himself against her, pushing her slowly, inch by inch across the bed and towards the edge.

He could see the end of the bed in sight with every rolling crawl against the girl until that sweet moment of utter victory came with a very loud: thud. His pleasure at the situation, however, was quickly dampened by the plush comforter that went with her, causing his momentary simper to quickly shift into a frown as her hand reached out over the edge, pulling down her pillow with her. Tetradore crept with ease towards the etch, pausing to glance down over the side at the female huddled in his sheets. His head shook ever so slightly, his hair shifting in the process and yet, there was a brief look of amusement somewhere deep within his emerald gaze. "You don't let up, do you?" He inquired, his rich baritone voice reaching out to her with his eyebrows furrowed. He stepped off the bed, one foot on one side of her, the other placed on the other side so he was almost straddling her. His emerald eyes looked down at her quiet form in a considering fashion. While Tetradore was entirely capable of being the cruel hearted creature that stalked the shadows, he wasn't particularly sure if he wanted to scare her. Partially because he suspected it was a far bigger task then he really wanted to put the effort into.

"Damn women." He grumbled to himself as he bent down, his arms wrapping around the burrito before hefting her up and onto his shoulder with the softest of grunts. It took a moment for his balance to adjust to her added weight before he was walking away from his bed with girl and blankets in hand. His foot fitted between the crack of his bedroom door, pushing it open on well oiled hinges before meandering down the hallway in which she had come, moving with decided purpose towards one room in particular. It was originally supposed to be Nadya's but he had given up entirely on coaxing his sister within the Ark. She still held the fighting he allowed within the rings over his head, calling it savage and an insult to their kind. With one swift gesture he pulled back the covers on the plush bed, depositing the girl with a soft thud onto the mattress. "See - any other bedroom." He stated though he doubted she was listening to him very much at all.
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