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

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Posted on October 25, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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His emerald eyes glanced at the way her petite shoulders seemed to shrug in disinterest at the notion of signing her own work, as if such pride within her completion was somehow less enthusiastic as it should be. His head tilted momentarily to the side, his gaze attentively studying her slender figure as she picked paint from her fingertips and yet, Tetradore failed to press the woman on the topic any further. Instead, his gaze trailed after her figure as she made her way back towards her mural just long enough to pluck those empty paint splattered spray cans from their fallen places upon the concrete. They clinked and clattered as they fell into her bag, bouncing against one another just as much as the little mechanism within them too hit their metallic sides. The sound was almost jarring compared to the stillness and silence that had existed between the pair. Still, the man made no immediate move to assist with her clean up process, content to simply watch both her and her mural for a moment longer until the inevitable topic of her intentions now that her latest graffiti creation had completed.

A soft snort left Tetradore's nose as the mention of her after plans, the corners of his lips twitched upwards in the smallest display of a simper. His efforts at pickpocketing had fallen drastically short of expectation, despite being a skill he was particularly hard pressed to learn. It had always been more of Tobias' realm, a fact that was rather surprising if any actually spent any real time with the boy. Still, his hand rose to the back of his neck in a fashion that was entirely guilty. "Yeah, well, don't count on me to be your teacher." He commented after a soft chuckle. "Hell, something tells me you'd be better at it anyways." And yet, despite such a teasing remark, Tetradore hardly takes offense to it, instead pausing just long enough before a singular notion crosses his mind. "I was heading to the Black Market before I heard you vandalising my walls - interested in coming? You might find something interesting there." It was perhaps the most peculiar invitation he had ever offered a woman before but there was something about the fairy artist that suggested to him that she might perhaps enjoy the bizarre adventure.

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