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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on August 30, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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Despite the general peculiarity of the boy's efforts to linger upon the past that had been ripped from them, Tetradore hardly had accounted it to what he would have considered the inevitability of the liquid resting so innocently within the cup on his desk. It was perhaps the most cunning of all actions the leopard could have taken - to pull at the one lingering vulnerability within the heart of the fellow. Unfortunately, the mention of Risque and the future he was certain was lingering ahead of him was hardly met with the same certainty that his friend displayed. Instead, Tetradore only offered Tobias the smallest of simpers, something more endearing then anything else. It was...nice that Tobias seemed to insist upon their safety but Tetradore was hardly convinced. He knew just as well that though they had certainly flourished free from her control, her ability to command them was perhaps more then even they in all their aptitude would be able to beat. "Perhaps." He responded, intending to return back towards the glass of water and the task at hand. It was easier for him to forget about the woman then to linger on the possibilities that rested in front of him.

However, Tetradore hardly got far before his name's fell exubrantly from Tobias' lips, causing him to turn with perhaps more of a sense of urgency then before. The man was entirely caught off guard as his companion's arms wrapped around him, momentarily causing him to be entirely unsure of how to react. Thankfully, the boy's attempt at a hug hardly lasted particularly long, leaving Tetradore entirely free in but mere moment's later. "Uh...sure, Tobi. It's...all fixed now." There was a hint of uncertainty with his tone, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and yet, despite his confusion he was quick to brush the entire scenerio off. Unfortunately for Tobias though, the boy's actions had hardly made him forget the liquid that he once again turned towards. He paused to find the glass not at all where he left it, his desk seemingly empty and all at once an exasperated sigh left his lips, having finally put the pieces together of his companion's actions. It was all a ruse in an effort to escape that which Tobias hated most - Tetradore should have seen it coming. He shook his head ever so slightly, glancing around the surface of his desk only to find the large glass shoved ever so delicately behind a stack of books.

"We can go soon. I'm not sure about participating though. Your wound still hasn't fully healed." He responded, grasping the glass by the top. This time, the man was entirely determined to see his first aid treatment through, crossing the room with the glass in hand. He pause at the boy's side, ignoring whatever efforts that Tobias made to protest or distract him. He bent down, gingerly pourin the glass of water down the boy's leg with particular percision. After all, he had promised only one glass. It was difficult to wash away the blood but in time he was left with a small puddle on his hardwood floor and a cleaned companion. "There. Now we can go see the fights." He stated simply, looking at the boy's wound with a small sense of not only relief but accomplishment. After all, he knew far too well just how difficult Tobias could be when it came to his first aid care.

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