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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on May 28, 2014 by Tobias
West
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Today, it would seem, he is utterly content to remain....depressive. For whatever reason, Tetradore had not come, Nadya had left to feed her coffee addiction and as such Tobias had resigned himself to his spot in Lucians shop, determined to do his job, it would seem, despite his current bad mood. He misses Tetra when he is gone, is....hurt perhaps, each day he does not show up as he promises, unable to understand the situation his Leader so desperately seeks to keep him from all the same. It is fortunate, perhaps, that Lucian provides some other outlet for his energy and cunning mind, the boy highly intrigued of late with Lucians repairs around the shop, taking evident delight in sitting upon boxes within the upper levels and simply watching the other man work. Nadya too, is willing to encourage this behaviour, craving time to herself, quite content to leave the shaggy-haired deviant in Lucians care every now and then, though whether the wolf even knows of the girls presence within his store every other night cannot be said, Tobias sees no need to mention it. Nadya is pack and as such the boy is willing to share his pile of nets with her on occasion. The lack of Tetradore however, strains the pack itself, both Tobias and Nadya struggling to accept each others....headstrong temperaments. Lucians latest work upon the upstairs bunks had been a source of great fascination for the young man, determined to test every single bed when the older man is bust downstairs before returning to his favoured spot by the door, seeming to hold an equal fascination for watching the people whom come in, golden eyes so often drifting back towards Lucian for any sign he may be allowed to remove them, the hulking Leopard a rather excellent deterrent against- undesirables.

He moves to roll over now, stretching out further atop his bed, long tail flicking as he reclines, seeing no reason to get himself up tonight, content to wallow in depression over Naddy and Tet's abandonment and return to sleep until the time comes to patrol his borders once more, the boy thriving upon schedule and repeated tasks, eyes lifting briefly at the sound of Lucians entrance, a low rumbling growl of sorts pull from his chest by way of greeting to the other man before he continues to lounge. His name so clearly spoken however, sees his spotted head turn, jaws parted in a yawn as he looks upon the heavily-built man, rolling up and onto his feet as he pads closer, muscle roiling and coiling beneath his glorious golden pelt as ears rotate forward to listen to the offered words before the leopard pelt suddenly recedes, the young man now striding forward in the leopards place, reaching to snatch his jeans from the hook by the door he likes to keep them on, pulling the ill-fitting denim as his lips lift lightly into grin of sorts. Food, it would seem, is a ready distraction. Steak a rare treat indeed as his head nods, ridiculously thick, tousled (and hardly clean) hair falling back into his face.

The jingling of keys sees those fathomless dark pools shift once more, instantly fixated upon the shiny metal of the objects, pupils dilating slightly in a highly cat-like fashion, driven by his innate desire to bat at them before his human side seems to gain control, head tilting slightly at the mans offered words.

"A party for...big dogs? I am...cat."

That he has failed to understand the sentence at all is surely evidently clear in this moment as one hand reaches up to run through his hair in the barest attempt at grooming before he returns momentarily to his pile of nets and rags, sorting through them a moment before producing what is clearly one of Lucians own shirts, the garment several sizes too big and far too wide on the skinny younger boy as he pulls it on, his previous shirt finally having fallen apart and as such he has clearly decided to abscond with this one.

"Do I get to ride....in the car....to?"

There is clearly a note of some kind of hopefulness in his tone, eyes turned back upon the older man, the prospect of a steak and a car ride clearly having managed to alleviate some of his earlier bad mood.



your gunna hear me roar
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