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

there's a place in the dark where the animals go


Posted on August 17, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
The Ark was the only place in which Tetradore could truly call home. It was the only place he ever really had that he could be comfortable within. It was the only place he could really let down his guard. Unfortunately, such was the exact reason he had left Tobias alone upon their proverbial throne, searching out the nourishment his stomach so desperately seemed to declare it needed. He had thought that there was little trouble Tobias could get into during his absence. After all, he had made certain to ensure that any of the boat's guards knew that no weapons of any kind would any longer be allowed within the steel walls of the Ark. The last thing he needed was another ninja star affair. Finding such food was easy enough, his staff coaxed with a warm simper and a quiet wish before he was presented with two large plates of steak, potatoes, and for himself alone broccolini with drizzled cheese. It smelled heavenly at the very least. He knew Tobias would particularly enjoy the lack of vegetation upon his own plate, having long sense given up attempting to give the boy a rounded diet. After all, he hardly viewed it as his responsibility to regulate what Tobias ate.

What did caught him off guard, however, was the boy's sudden absence from their proverbial thrones. The lanky deviant never missed a meal - ever. In fact, his incessant love for food was one of the few things that Tetradore could count on, often leading the pair to gamble on things with a stack of cookies beside them as their own form of currency. A small frown crossed Tetradore's lips but he was hardly one to complain, instead depositing the plate he held within his hand onto the seat of the boy's chair, settling within his own to indulge in the rich, succulent tastes of his dinner. His emerald eyes briefly scanned the hull of the ship beneath him, searching diligently for the boy's lanky figure. Once found, however, Tetradore hardly made some move to join him, instead simply choosing to oversee the boy from his position above. He watched with only a vague sense of interest as the cutlery was thrown across the hull of the ship and yet he made no effort to intervene. His sibling would comment that Tetradore let Tobias get away with too much. The truth of the matter, however, was that the man simply found himself simply entirely disinterested in the boy's antics. After all, how did the leopard's tantrum affect him in any fashion?

Tetradore rolled his eyes, turning his attention back towards his plate and the remains of his food. He was focused enough on it that the rush of activity on the stairs caught him off guard. His emerald eyes shifted, watching the spotted feline bound up the staircase with a bag within his mouth. Tetradore paused just long enough to watch the boy drop the large bag at his feet, small vials clinking on the floor in front of him. His eyebrows rose as he bended down to pluck several interesting vials from the fallen bag, his gaze briefly shifting to the young witch that bounded up the stairs behind him. Riddles - huh? He held one of the vials between his fingertip and thumb, having enough sense not to shake it too much and yet, the man gingerly reached out to push the bag with his foot away from the approaching figure. He waited with some measure of patience for the female to step up upon the level he was at, his eyebrow arched ever so slightly till finally, that velveteen baritone voice reached out to her, "What are you doing in my Ark?"
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