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 March 09, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Tetradore could entirely be defined as a serious, somber fellow. He threw himself entirely into the operations of the Ark and within the pack that he was slowly establishing around himself. It hadn't been intentional - at least, not at first. For a while, Tetradore had simply enjoyed his conquest and all that it entailed but like any business it too needed to be run, to be kept in tip top shape and with his days now entirely devoid of Risque and her rules and games, he had found himself entirely at a lack of something to fill his time. The pack had started much within the same fashion. His siblings, blood and otherwise, were his family just as they always had been. It was natural for them to congregate together just as it too was natural for the older man to fall within the role of leadership. The wolf he had offered to join them only because of Tobias' clear interest within her - her scent was so often all over his coat, tainting him of that smell that was family. It was for Tobias alone that they invited her just as any family might make some effort for their sibling's significant other.

Tetradore's claim to her was complicated at best. He pushed her boundaries then few times they both were confined to their animalistic forms. He despised being told 'no'. It had much to do with his rank as it did with his capture in the dance club he had so abhorred for so long. He was still, by nature, rebellious at best. In their mortal forms Tetradore tended to ignore her entirely, working with her only when necessary and even then he never made the same efforts to touch her. In fact, Tetradore tended to make more of an effort not to when his flesh was mortal. Slowly, his emerald eyes turned from the paper in his hand to the woman at his door, letting it fall loosely onto his desk before he trailed after her, a small frown crossing his masculine features. His gaze settled on the woman, noting the fashion at which she seemed to lower her head as she led him down stairs and to a more unused part of the ship.

His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as his vibrant gaze fell upon the structure in front of him. He had noticed she had been up to something but he hadn't particularly seen a need to investigate what. Tetradore had been certain that it had surely had something to do with Tobias and his usual antics. His gaze traced the outside of the structure, following the various paths with otherwise an indifferent look upon his masculine features. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the notion that it was supposed to be just for him. She was clearly attempting to entice his inner feline with something as domestic as a rough creation of a cat tree. "Huh." He replied simply with a grunt. It was clear to him that she'd put a lot of effort into this, far more then perhaps anyone had for him before. Tetradore wasn't used to receiving gifts, certainly not anything that required anything more then a second's thought. "Thanks." He replied after a moment of silence, his emerald eyes remaining on the structure before him, concealing entirely his thoughts of it under the comments of what he knew he was expected to say. Despite all of Risque's tactics, some teaching of his parents still remained somewhere deep inside the man.

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