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

watch me corrode like a beast in repose


Posted on August 08, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

Casually the man rested against the edge of the ring, listening to the shout's surround him. His emerald eyes glanced upwards at the clock, a small frown resting on his masculine features. He'd told Tobias that it would be his turn in the ring soon. It would be a shame for the boy to loose his nearly undefeated status by just failing to show up. A soft sigh left his lips as he leaned forward in discontent. He had money resting on this fight - as he so often did when either Tobias or himself stepped into the ring. They didn't often make large dividends but he would be remiss to loose what he had invested so confidently within them. He made his way around the ring, standing within the threshold of the large cargo ship, his emerald eyes scanning the darkness that surrounded them. His fingers drummed upon is forearm as his eyes sought out the boy's tawny figure. Thankfully, it hardly took long before he saw the wild cat racing towards the boat, for a moment Tetradore was about to turn when movement from his periphery caught his eye, keeping him in place. His eyebrows furrowed as the man stared at the figure that darted after his companion, his lips pressing together momentarily.

Despite whatever thoughts lingered on Tetradore's mind he drifted from the entrance the moment his feline companion darted within, the boy quite literally bounded into the ring to partake in his designated fight without any further hesitation. Usually, Tobias presence was enough to drag Tetradore to the edge of the ring but tonight, he paused, stepping back into the shadows. It hardly too long for the male to shed his clothes and become the ebony feline that he was so known for. In so many ways, his cat fur was still far more comfortable to him then the human skin he was left within. His paws flexed beneath the metal of the cargo ship, his rump finding the ground as he settled, waiting for the figure to enter. It was inevitable, he was quite certain. If the animal was going to chase Tobias to the ark, he was certain it too would venture inside the confines of his territory.

His emerald eyes quickly found the shape of what he immediately recognized as a coyote slink past him, sticking to the walls with clear apprehension lacing her taunt muscles. She was prepared either for an attack or to run - that much he was certain and yet, the ebony creature was more then content to follow behind her, watching her as she edged her way to the ring. For a moment, he considered letting her be, letting her explore the confines of his world and yet...there was something about her that caused Tetradore to step out of the shadows that he so inhabited and directly into her path. His vibrant gaze watched with vague interest as the female shrank back against the walls behind her, her hackles raising in such a way that he had only seen Raven do when particularly agitated. She snarled at him and a resonating growl of annoyance echoed within the back of his throat. It was by far the only sign that he was dissatisfied with the woman, the rest of his fur laying flat against his spine. Slowly, his haunches found the ground again - sitting as if he hardly considered her a threat. Then again - it wasn't as if Tetradore ever considered many a threat to begin with. His mind reached out, brushing against hers in the fashion that only were's could do. "I hope you didn't bet on the goat."

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