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

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Posted on August 04, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
There was a certain facade of utter disinterest that had been required for the majority of his life. In his youth, Tetradore had been full of emotions. He displayed a full range from utter joy to deviousness and anger. Compared to now, the man was but a pallor of the life that used to burst forth from within. It was her that had destroyed it all - it was her that had forced all those emotions to fade into an ever present anger, an anger that was hidden under placid glassy surface. She had baited him so frequently when he was younger and more malleable and when he'd risen to the occasion she had so furiously punished the boy till he'd that mask fit him so snugly. It would have been a peculiar thought to him - that someone might be looking to please him when his whole life had been anything but. It had never occurred to him that she might be looking for such things from him, just like it was equally unlikely that he would have succeeded in providing what she so diligently sought. He had never considered other's interests in him. His world was constricted entirely to himself, rarely letting others past those tightly packed walls - Tobias was one such exception.

Whatever thoughts that rested within Tetradore's skull, whatever concerns he had of his own departure remained to be seen. He voiced only what was necessary to her and nothing more. He offered her no hints as to why he drifted down such a solemn alleyway or what the future held. Just a simple demand. A simple promise. A counter to the only thing he might ever possibly want. There was a small shrug of his shoulders as she stared down at him, her voice declaring quite firmly that she would always look after him regardless of whatever wager Tetradore attempted to seek out of her. Perhaps it hadn't been required of him to ask such of her but at the moment he had needed such reassurances that she would always be there for their companion when he no longer could. He hardly dwelt on the topic any longer, his feet launching upwards, his claws digging into the metal as he scaled the trunk of the tree. His species excelled in scaling trees and vertically leaping. It hardly took him long reach the woman, his periphery vision easily catching the fashion at which her head seemed to duck as he passed. He leapt off with ease a few branches above, his gaze landed upon her.

His ears twitched ever so slightly as her voice brushed against her skull. "No." He responded softly, his gaze shifted from her to glance further upwards the trunk of the tree. Tetradore could feel the tension within the pack. He knew the sides were being drawn within the sand. They were reaching a breaking point - the question remained weather the pack would stay in tact when they did. "Nothing is wrong." Tetradore finished, his claws scrapping against the metal he balanced so comfortably upon. The man didn't see fit comment on her insistence that he was a good alpha. Tetradore had quite his own thoughts on the topic - thoughts which could hardly be dissuaded by one quiet feminine voice on a night like this.
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