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 September 11, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
The curtains over the large windows at the hull of the ship were drawn tightly, the thick ebony fabric nearly entirely blocking out the sun to bathe his room in darkness. It was still, quiet, except for the soft rocking of the large cargo ship and the splashing of the waves against their hull. It was peaceful, it was home and it lulled the man into a deep sleep - helped perhaps even more so by his engagement in the arena the night prior. The thin dark navy sheets were twisted around his waist, tossed off as some point in the middle of what was his evening. His chest rose and fell with a deep steadiness, one that hardly shifted by the soft creak of the bedroom door as his sibling entered his room. He had never truly been concerned about unwanted visitors. Usually his reputation alone was enough to keep others away. Combined with Tobias' usual presence beneath his bet, Tetradore held no fear of what might come in the middle of the night. Atleast, that was until a massive weight suddenly collided with his naked chest, pushing all the air out of his lungs as nearly immediately his eyelashes flickered open over intensely vibrant emerald eyes.

A grunt left his lips as his gaze trailed downwards to the large panther settled on top of him and yet, the relief that he was not in immediate danger was enough that whatever grogginess he felt took over once again. "Ugh, Nadya...." He groaned, his baritone voice deeper then normal if only due to his abruptly awaken state. "Get off, you're fat." He commented, shoving his toned arm into the large panther with no real weight behind it. After all she certainly was far heavier then his human form might be easily able to push and unfortunately such took far more effort then he was currently wishing to extend on her. "Go away..." He groaned, shifting underneath her with the full intent to return back to bed - that was, until he became aware of the simple fact that they were not entirely alone. His gaze stared at the shape of the lupine in his doorway, his eyes adjusting to the near midnight darkness within his room as he begun to make out details of her shape. It hardly took long to recognize that she was not Raven, and certainly not one of his staff members. The realization alone was enough to cause a long, exasperated sign to leave his lips as he flopped back down on the plethora of pillows that accompanied his large, luxurious bed.

He vaguely was aware of what was expected of him, at least to a point. Nadya so rarely brought anyone back with her that, despite her playful demeanor, her hardly expected that it was just a friendly visit. It took him a moment longer to convince himself to let the shift overcome him, especially when his bed was so comfortable and Tobias was still otherwise missing in action. Never the less, despite the weight of his sibling on top of him, Tetradore allowed his bones to shift and muscles to tear as the transformation overcame him - giving way from man to panther. It was far easier to wiggle his way out from underneath his sister as a feline, shoving her with his own far greater weight as he slowly slunk onto the carpet the bedroom, waiting for the explanation and excuse he was sure was to follow his sudden wakefulness.
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