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 May 25, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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The admiration that momentarily crosses her feminine features was enough to pull a small chuckle from his lips, the sheer notion that he might own a place like this was ludicrous enough that it actually amused him. "No, I don't." He replied, his head shaking ever so slightly in the process. If Tetradore was to own anything, it certainly wouldn't be a dance club. The entire place oozed of Risque's tastes from the black leather seats to the almost metal lyrics that filled the air. His persona was strikingly different from that of his mistress and for a brief moment he considered the differences that would be apparent if it actually was his. His attention, however, was quickly dragged back to the woman and the reality that surrounded him. "Of course I do," Tetradore commented simply, purposefully leaving out the part that weather or not he wanted to do something was rather irrelevant in the situation he was in. He certainly wasn't the type of individual to divulge the personal details of his life, much less his kidnapping and eternal servitude to a woman he hated. He didn't like getting others involved in what he was stuck within and it was perhaps for that very fault that he had lived within these walls for such a lengthy time.

It was for that reason alone that he was quick to turn her interest from himself and his presence within the bar to why she took such an interest in the facility, curious as to what about such an evil place could draw such a doe like woman. Why she took such an interest in him of all beings. He was by far the worst individual to get tangled up in, aside only from Risque of course. A soft snort left his nose at the mention of trying something new, although he kept his reservations largely to himself, choosing instead to listen to the young woman's full train of thought. "Well, you definitely go all out when you try something new don't you? Perhaps you should bring her next time." He commented, pausing to add after a moment of thought, "Try not to get in any trouble though." He offered the girl a small wink even if his warning had some weight of truth behind it. He pulled the now filled drink back towards him, trying not to dwell upon the danger he was placing her in by merely showing her the slightest glimpse of attention. He knew Risque was about, he knew she would come searching for him eventually.

He should have left things there, he should have gotten up and walked away and left her as nothing more then eye candy for him to linger over during her stays within Syn's walls. Despite all the knowledge that could happen to her, to anyone he got close too, he found himself staying, lingering within his seat as if there was some reason to stay. She was lovely, yes, but could he justify putting her in danger for his own selfish desires. The thoughts lingered in his mind as his intense emerald gaze settled upon the waves of auburn hair and the clarity of her blue eyes. He reached out, his fingertips brushing her cheek. "Promise me you won't come alone again." He voiced softly, "It's not safe for you here." There were dark things that crept behind those closed doors and off limit corridors. Dark things like the vampires that roamed the corners of the facility. Things like him. Here, she was nothing more then food, some tasty snack unknowingly walking within a weaving web and that was the horrible reality of the situation.

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