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

our lives are made by the deaths of others


Posted on October 31, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Despite whatever lies it was that Tetradore seeked comfort within during those blood curdling moments with the ivory steed, family had undoubtedly meant everything to the man. It was they that were his weak spot - the chink within his armor. At least, now that they had returned to his life. During their adulthood, his sibling perhaps singularly held the most sway over the man - her words and actions affecting him more profoundly than he would ever even dare to admit. It was perhaps that reason alone that he had sought to speak with her only on the true extents of every malicious syllable that had left that ivory steed's lips. He noticed the change within his sibling nearly immediately at his presence, her ever present irritation soothing to a sort of submission that was hardly bred in fear or respect. It was the sort of connection between family, that kind that existed only within blood. He could hear the beginning of whatever counterstatement had begun to fill her mind though it abruptly died at his continued explanation of the atrocities that Frost had promised he would inflict upon her ebony hide. They were comments that hadn't left the forefront of his brain since that fateful evening.

Gingerly his cranium nuzzled against the slightly smaller one of his sibling, ignoring her apology all together. After all, the only thing that had mattered to the male was her safety and Frost, he was certain, was not productive to that cause. What he hadn't anticipated, however, was the words that she saw fit to speak next - words that resonated to the pack at large. For a long moment, Tetradore merely stood there in silence, his emerald eyes steadfast upon the feminine figure of his sibling, entirely within disbelief of the words that she had offered him. It seemed that, one way or another, Frost was determined to take Nadya away from him - regardless of if it was through her death or by her own omission. It was a brilliant strategic move, one that certainly managed to wiggle it's way through what he had anticipated his near impenetrable armor only to strike at the heart of the ebony beast. Briefly, his gaze flittered towards the peculiar couple as they each voiced their own thought on the matter though he hardly heard the words the spoke. He was inattentive to the fashion at which Tobias had managed to get himself caught within a fish net, much less the woman that stood at spotted feline side with her own unwavering thoughts on the ivory steed.

Still, despite the fashion at which Tetradore had ignored the bickering between the group at large, he was now distinctly aware that perhaps this might be a contributing factor in Nadya's sudden desire to leave. After all, it was no secret the rift that had formed between the group. His cranium shook ever so slightly in disagreement before, after a moments of consideration, voicing his own thoughts on the topic. "We will support you in whatever decision you choose - that's what family does. But without you, Nadya, there is no pack to be had in the first place." After all, it was solely for his sibling's welfare that Tetradore had ever sought to leave the dance club he'd once been imprisoned within. It was for her that he had stolen the Ark from the clutches of the polar bear that had once held it - to provide her with a home. It was for her that he'd set up some sort of business to generate revenue - to provide her with money. Without her, all of it was entirely meaningless to the feline.

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