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
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 April 05, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
Tetradore remembered every painful moment that his childish mind could comprehend of that night. He remembered the smell of smoke clogging their house. He remembered the suffocating feeling of the smog within his lungs. H e remembered his father's face when he turned to him, telling him to protect his sister, to stay safe, to run. He remembered the screams of their pack, the stench of burning flesh, the smoldering rafters that fell from their childhood home and he did every damn thing he could to forget every detail of it. It was for this reason that Tetradore could offer his sister no measure of the reassurance she might have wanted. He could offer her no insight in to his own tattered and torn reminiscences of their parents and so...the man simply remained silent as Nadya confessed her reason for visiting the ruins that had been their promising life. The man's emerald eyes slowly shifted towards the toy in question, only vaguely remembering unwrapping it on one of the birthdays that he had forgotten having. He remembered fighting over it with Tobias though, just as he remembered throwing a hissy fit when his mother insisted he share. It had made quite a good projectile at one point...
Slowly, Tetradore's gaze shifted towards the picture in question, his emerald eyes staring intently at the greyscale image where his niece and nephew could only just be made out by the surrounding mass of equally as monotonous of a color. His eyes remained steadfast upon the picture in front of him, hardly daring to glance upwards at the girl whom he could innately feel just out of his reach. There was a certain sort of awkwardness about such a peculiarly intimate moment between the two siblings. So much of their relationship since their return into each other's lives had been tense at best. This - this photo that she offered was an effort to bridge that gap. Tetradore knew that. He recognized it - but it sill didn't make it any easier to accept that they were a product of a betrayal that still disgruntled him. What was done, however, was far too late to undo. This was something they'd all have to live with for an eternity. A soft sigh left his lips but the man remained silent, listening as his sibling continued to offer him more information about the twins he stared at.
His fingertips reached out, slowly resting on the photo as the man let the silence between them linger. He was unsure what to tell her, unsure what words he could offer her when he'd been so against the impregnation and soon to be birth of her children. He'd accepted it, surely - after all it wasn't as if he had much choice and though he would not fault the cubs themselves, he still wasn't sure how to deal with Nadya or Tobias. His emerald eyes darted up sharply at the mention of "light" and "Isolt". His head shook ever so slightly, his eyes rolling in the process. It was true that he had some measure of interest within the auburn haired vampire but their relationship was perhaps just as tense as his own with his sibling. He hardly even considered some notion of being 'with her' and so, instead, the male offered the small shrug of his shoulders, replying with a simple muttered, "Maybe.".
