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

watch me corrode like a beast in repose


Posted on February 07, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
Even as the man stared down at her, he was hardly phased by the studious fashion at which she inspected him from her place on the floor, wrapped up within his plush comforter. He was entirely oblivious to exactly where her dark gaze was wandering to exactly, his attention entirely set on extracting the female from his room, his bed, and his sheets. He could already tell she was unwilling to budge and he certainly wasn't going to waste his breath anymore in attempting to convince the girl to leave of her own free will. Instead, he had entirely given in to her involuntary removal - and promptly at that. With the girl hefted onto his shoulder with rather minimal effort, Tetradore entirely ignored the sound that left her vocal cords - something that was a mix between some animalistic cry and a girlish squeal. It was peculiar, the way in which the simple tone managed to please him so, bringing a smug grin to his usually stoic masculine features. Even the fashion at which so so desperately clung to his pillow could not erase the delight in which her noise of protest brought him.

She was tossed onto the bed in an unceremonious fashion with Tetradore standing at the foot, his arms once again crossing over his chest as he eyed her. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly, his emerald gaze not once leaving her form as she wiggled like a worm upon his sibling's bed, clearly making a means to find the same comfort she had so effortlessly found within his. The were-panther's gaze briefly met her chocolate eyes in an unflinching fashion, though rather then gloating or ensuring she remained where he'd placed her, Tetradore was entirely busy contemplating how he might rip the comforter from her iron grip. His fingertips upon his right hand were tapping against his left elbow in a contemplative gesture, entirely unaware of the dark path in which her thoughts had begun to linger. His gaze shifted upwards towards the girl at the sound of her somber lyrics, display the care that she had clearly been unwilling to admit for the man he'd murdered within cold blood. His eyebrows rose once again as he slowly shook his head, his locks shifting in the process. "He's quite lucky then." He replied simply moving to reach out to grasp the comforter from the foot of the bed - his comforter.

In one smooth gesture, he yanked down on the comforter, fully intending to rip the sheet from her grasp in whatever way he could. All the while, the man continued, his voice the epitome of placid despite the strength he put behind his gesture, "If you wish to continue to linger on his death, do it somewhere else. If you create rebellion in my staff, you will find yourself no longer welcomed at the Ark." His baritone voice held a hint of frigidness to his tone, one that had been absent up to this point. Tetradore might have been willing to hear her comments, to be subject to the reminder of his crimes, to bear her annoyance and hatred, to be the object of his sadness or the monster hunting in the darkness that had destroyed her world. However, there were certain parts of his life that he would not tolerate her intervention and that entirely consisted of the well oiled machine that the Ark had once again become. They were finally settling into their new life and he was not going to permit her to bring upheaval into their world. They deserved that much from him.
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