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

don't get too close because it's dark inside [Nadya & Co]


Posted on July 31, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
The lunar sphere hung drunk within the ebony sky, her celestial brilliance sparkling across the dark waters the large cargo ship was carefully suspended within. Gingerly the boat rocked to and fro, the Ark bumping softly against the dock in a fashion that was almost comforting to the male jungle cat. The moon's sway was strong tonight, calling to him in his bones and muscles, urging the man to succumb to the shift that so wracked their race. It was a soft incessant whispering and eventually, Tetradore had given up the fight at all. Instead, he reclined along the edge of the ship's deck, his large ebony paw dangling over the edge of the boat. His emerald eyes looked out in silence upon the neverending expanse of nothingness. It was serene in a fashion, enough so to put the male's turbulent soul at ease. Nights like this were ones he should have spent within the comforting embrace of the pack's presence. He should have felt their warm bodies against his as they raced through the foliage and umbrage in hunt of some unfortunate creature. They should have been as one and yet, despite the male's efforts, it seemed they had become more fragmented by each passing rise of the moon. Their previous meeting still weighed far too heavily within his mind - demanding his attention even if he wanted to ignore it all together.

Tetradore knew what pack rules dictated. He knew all too well that he should have been able to provide some sort of input into his siblings and best friend's coupling and for that perhaps he couldn't have faulted Reagan in her insistence of the children's death nor could he fault Raven for wanting nothing to do with them. He had considered briefly, on more than one occassion of perhaps the two females had been right - if perhaps their deaths were the only way to solve this. Was he capable of cold-heartedly murdering his nephews? Certainly. Without hesitation. And yet that didn't stop the larger part that simply didn't want to with no tangible reasoning. A soft sigh left his parted mouth, his tail flicking ever so slightly in the process. Tetradore couldn't help but to wish his sibling even bothered to try to understand how she had affected everyone else - instead of being so self centered in her role as Mother. It was silly really, to want such peace but it had been from his grasp for far too long. Family was a concept ripped from him and now it was all that Tetradore longed for.

Regardless of his wants and regardless of what the male was capable of, he found himself failing to call to them. His so called family. His pack. Their constant feuding had not only managed to distant themselves from each other - but from him as well to the point that the ebony beast had quite given up trying to fix the broken pieces of this misshapen puzzle. He would let them be alone tonight. He would let them remember what it felt like to be fragmented and lost. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to make them look past what was separating them - and if not then perhaps they didn't deserve to be together in the first place. Perhaps, being a good Alpha, meant also knowing when to let go.
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