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

bound to your side, trapped in silence


Posted on May 19, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

It was true that Tetrodore had recently taking to living a double life. During the evening hours he remained as the ebony feline pet that Risque so effortlessly controlled and during the day? While she slept? He'd slip from the confines of the dance club with very little to stop the ebony toned creature. Here none of her little beasties could compete with him, most had stopped trying entirely, often choosing to report his indiscretions to their mistress rather then dealing with him themselves. Tetradore knew he was taking a risk venturing out tonight but he had promised Nadya he'd make an effort, something about some stupid shooting star she'd had her heart set upon seeing. It was easy enough disappearing from the crowd of Syn and for a while he thought maybe his mistress would be too distracted to notice his disappearance, maybe he would be overlooked, maybe he was being too hopeful. The sound of her sultry voice caused the man to stop still within his tracks, his mouth contorting almost automatically into a scowl. Any prospect he had of leaving those stuffy, confining walls vanished before his emerald eyes, her voice almost oppressive in tone alone.

He hardly bothered to turn from the door he stood in front of now, his ears listening to her heels click against the gleaming floors. Instead, his features turned the epitome of apathy, hardly wanting to give her any reason to believe that this time was any different from his other attempts to leave the establishment. More often then not it was the whims of the world that saw him to depart, he wanted freedom, craved it and for a while this had been enough to spur on his unruly behavior. Now that his sibling was in the picture, he dared not to let Risque know of her, lest she pride herself on having a pair. "I got tired of you" He commented dryly in his baritone voice. Telling her a shade of the truth seemed far better then any lie he could convincingly utter, although he suspected she was far too used to his indignant comments to even be affected by them any longer.

Tetradore could feel her fingertips upon his shoulder, his body flinching in an involuntary response. He'd come to know many things by that touch and for many years it was nothing by a promise of the pain and displeasure to come. Even if he was unwilling to show how she unsettled him, his fit physic seemed more then happy to give away responses he never wanted her to know. He turned slowly, his emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly, meeting her icy blue eyes with little difficulty. "Isn't that the way you like me?" Tetradore inquired though the frown that tugged his otherwise deadpan features ruined any facade of flirtatiousness. He pulled away from her grip, feeling her nails rake against his skin as he attempted to step around and past her, willing enough to retreat back into the club and admit defeat then to deal with her. Most of his days were spent avoiding her as it was, however, he suspected that tonight would not be nearly as generous to him.

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