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 October 19, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
In truth, the male should be entirely used to the fashion at which his reputation as the Westside Alpha had begun for flourish. It shouldn't have come to any surprise to him that those that resided within the same district as him were aware of his existence and the ongoings of his business - to some extent. Still, it was almost foreign to hear his last name leave her lips. For years he had been known as nothing more than his vampire mistress' panther. For years he had been the kind of terror with no name - the nightmare the indicated her own presence or arrival rather than him for who and what he was. The shift was enough to catch the man entirely off guard. For a moment he found his emerald gaze simply staring at the petite young woman in front of him, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly before he offered her little more than a half hearted shrug, "No, I suppose there arn't." He commented softly, though his admission held far more meaning than it should have. There weren't many Tetradore's anymore - just himself and his sibling. They were all that was left. His gaze shifted, glancing over the items that lined the walls in the back even if they hardly held his attention long. Instead, his thoughts were entirely dwelling on dark places he oft strove hard to forget.

His attention only momentarily shifted as her skin ever so slightly brushed against him when she moved past him, quite clearly interested within the contents of the box he bore rather than anything else. He was willing for some time to allow the woman to stare with inquisitiveness at the object he had brought, hardly bothering to interrupt if only for the soft vocalization that it was nice to meet her. She, on the other hand, seemed quite too chipper to meet him, another concept that too was peculiar for the male. He was oblivious to the effect that his gaze seemed to hold on her, glancing at her only with a brief display of befuddlement as she momentarily seemed to get lost within the mesmer hold of his eyes. She seemed to have an uncanny habit pushing his boundaries, ignoring his icy exterior - or rather choosing to warm it with the over temperate one of her own. Nevertheless, Tetradore was willing to let the topic slight, instead grunting in agreement at the adjectives she chose to describe her brother.

"Ignore them?" He questioned, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly in a fashion that was all too reminiscent of his feline self. "That's an...interesting business practice." His baritone voice mused though he hardly pressured her on the topic. After all it wasn't as if he wanted to play shopkeeper any more than she seemed to want to - though he suspected she'd be far better at it. He watched as her fingertips traced the corners of the nearly ancient artifact, stepping closer towards the box as if drawn by whatever powers it held. Slowly his head shook ever so slightly, "No, to be honest I didn't particularly care what it was or what it was for. It is magical of some sort - can't you feel it?" His voice had dropped to a low, husky whisper, as if the otherworldly power in front of them was something to be spoken of only in the most clandestine of fashions. Still, even he shifted uncertainly in place as the peculiar object began to glow a soft purple hue beneath the witch's fingertips - whatever magic that lay there within was clearly yearning to be set free, detecting that she was perhaps of the capabilities to do so.
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