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

:: I'll Be The One You Won't Forget ::


Posted on May 28, 2014 by Tobias
West
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and who are you
the proud lord said
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat
and that's all the truth I know



The high pitched shrieking within Nadya's voice seems to momentarily dissuade the young man, this particular tone holding an entirely new edge upon which his mind seems to puzzle a moment- before he ignores her entirely, pressing forward to scope her up into his arms, stepping over the tumbled and agitated other man to toss Naddy over his shoulder like a bag of flour. Lithe and underfed he may be- but he is hardly a weak individual, lean frame holding a rather substantial strength within in it- one displayed readily now as she sees fit to protest his inability to dance. Her words do little more than cause his features to slip into his ever-present frown, jostling her slightly as he does, moving to step entirely round another woman in an effort to escape the current situation. He may be accepting of Tetradore's touch and willingly having decided he will accept such a thing from Nadya, but his generosity in this seems to end there, the boy readily flinching away from any other dancing body lest it brush against him, loathing the feeling of hands on his human skin, his words little more than a mumble in reply.

"I don't know...how to...do the dancing."

It is the only argument he sees fit to give her and indeed even if such a movement was within his ability to perform, it is unlikely he would be willing to 'dance' regardless, the movement looking so very much like some sort of body spasm that he has no desire to replicate it, ignoring her fists against his back, oblivious entirely to her efforts to retain her modesty and assure certain parts of her anatomy remain restrained as she frantically attempts to gather her dress. The sudden movement behind him however, sees his motion paused, head angled back in some effort to see what the woman is grabbing at before his stolen fish is plucked from his back pocket and tossed into the crowd.

"Hey!"

A growl of sorts vibrates within his throat as he mutters irritably to himself once more, his snack lost within the crowd, evident disdain upon his features before he simply lets it go, determined now to reach Tetradore and find the exit to the nightmare he has found himself within, content to keep Nadya just where she is before a sudden shout seems to echo from the gathering crowd once more, a hand reaching to grab at his shoulder as his entire frame tenses near instantly, predatory intent entirely evident as he very near pivots in place, his loathing of touch by anyone other then those he permits about to see the other boy floored before the punch thrown towards him is suddenly halted. For a moment those dark eyes simply blink, attempting to fathom the situation before him as Tetradore's scent readily floods his own senses, a momentary grin at his Leaders presence touching the young mans features as the vampire boy is sent away in disgrace, a slight snicker hissing between his lips as Nadya is returned to the floor, his grip upon her released as his attention returns to Tetra, grin fading near instantly at the very tone the other man has. That he is clearly not pleased to see them sees the taller man shift in discomfort, shoulders hunching slightly in the barest show of contrition. Perhaps in the company of Naddy alone he is arrogant, dominant, aggressive- the very epitome of any young male animal and yet before his chosen leader he is....more easily managed, respectful of the other mans authority as he is for no other.

This sort of greeting however, is clearly not what the boy had been expecting, dark eyes widening slightly in surprise, Tet so rarely ever seeing the need to use such a tone as Tobias seems to consider his words before he gestures briefly to Naddy.

"She was.....rubbing.....against other....men. I stopped...her."

For whatever reason he seems to feel the need to explain just why he had very near manhandled her in that manner before his discomfort only increases, the flashing lights and music so clearly distressing him as he shifts slightly closer to the other man, every instinct within him assured this is wrong, this entire place is....off, though he cannot understand how, just as he cannot understand why Naddy and Tetra seem so...unaware. His lips part once more, clearly prepared to answer Tetradore's question when the dull glint at the older man's neck seems to distract him, chocolate hued eyes narrowing now before one hand lifts to gesture towards the collar.

"Tetra.....are you a...kitty-pet?"

It is simply an unspoken law, one even Tobias is given to understand. A collared Were, a kept Were....is not a Were. It is a degrading thing, a shameful thing, such Were's....looked down upon to a certain extent and indeed, for just a moment, even Tobias is given to recoil slightly from him, shifting back towards Nadya in some display perhaps....of insecurity. He dislikes this place intensely, becoming only further distressed at Tetra's appearance before his personality seems to shift once more, one hand reaching out to grip Tetra's forearm, seeking to tug him forward. Collar or not, he is not going to leave him behind, not this time, not again.

"We are....bringing you home...with us. This place is....wrong. Please...let's go home."

He does not have the words for it, he never will, moving to tug the other mans arm again in some effort to at least get him moving, eyes briefly following the man's own back towards a door at the back of the club he seems content to watch, the ever-observant Leopard scowling slightly before returning to the task at hand, so very oblivious to what or whom Tetradore seemed so very paranoid about, unaware that he had worked so hard to keep them from such a thing. He is oblivious to the vampire woman's actions all those years ago, knows only that his pack had gone, disappeared, died and yet for sixteen years he had followed the only one that ever mattered, unaware that Risque may not be entirely pleased to learn that her attempts to eliminate the pack had failed- on two accounts, Nadya too having escaped that night along with Tobias. He has not hunted for so many years however, to accept a part-time Alpha, he loathes being separated from the other man and as such is no longer willing to tolerate it.

"How do we....get out of here?"

He is becoming rapidly more anxious within this place, dark eyes searching now for a way out. It is his job to protect his Pack- even if he is not so entirely sure of where the danger is coming from, it is here, this he knows and as such seeks now only to get out.


in a coat of gold
or a coat of red
a lion still has it's claws
and mine are long and sharp my lord,
as long and sharp as yours



Tobi
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