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
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
you can leave like the sane abandoned me
Posted on October 11, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
He should have known. He should have known that rather then waking up, he should have remained nestled beneath those sheets. Not that it terribly would have made much of a difference he supposed. He'd woken up with the vibrant memory of a dream that had left him all together discontent. He'd tossed and turned for most of the night, leaving him restless, exhausted, and now hungry as well. A soft sigh left his lips as he leaned forward, his spine curling ever so slightly while he rested his head upon his hands. His emerald gaze hardly bothered to follow the pair's incessant arguing, finding them hardly much different then Nadya and Tobias when the trio had first been reunited. He hardly bothered to intervene, much like he hadn't back then either. A soft sigh left his lips when the chair was returned to him, his fingertips grasping it just enough to place it beside him only to return to his previous stance as he heard the loud shouting of the female. Although Tetradore knew all too well that she was surely justified in such an adverse reaction to Tobias' behavior, he too knew equally as much that it was all very likely to backfire upon the disheveled woman.
He was hardly surprised when it did. After all, Tobias had never reacted well to being yelled at. Not that he acted particularly well to much at all. Slowly, Tetradore's gaze was drawn to the pair as Minn pushed his leopard companion against the wall, the boy's claws extending with the full intent to strike. Briefly his eyes met the emerald green of Tetradore's own and yet the man failed entirely to give Tobias the acceptance he was looking for. After all, he had to admit some inkling of inquisitiveness within the girl that saw him hesitate when it came to permitting Tobias' perhaps childish antics. His lack of cooperation seemed to infuriate his companion as Tobias resorted to little more then a hissing temper tantrum. Tetradore hardly involved himself in such, however, his gaze instead shifting at the consideration of what his breakfast was going to consist of since he sincerely doubted that whatever efforts he had previously attempted to make would ever assuage this situation. Toast, he supposed, would just have to do, despite how much even the thought of it made his tongue taste dry. A soft sigh left his lips though his contemplations were interrupted by an almost clandestine whisper in a broken voice.
Tetradore's eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the boy's certainty and, quite frankly, the man knew that if he didn't voice his immediate displeasure, Tobias was very likely to try to do exactly that. His head shook ever so slightly, "No, I don't want her dead yet." He commented simply, reaching for the egg the boy handed him. In truth Tetradore had never been spectacular with scrambled eggs. It wasn't that he burned them or made them too runny - they simply never tasted anything truly...worth eating. "I'll need more eggs." He commented simply, tasking the boy to fetching more as he focused on finding a clean pan from the mess the were-bear had left behind. Eventually, he tasked himself with cracking the eggs in a pan, hardly bothering to glance behind him at Minn when he did speak, "How many eggs do you want?"
