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

so why dont you blow me a kiss before you go


Posted on December 08, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
The abrupt motion at his side caught Tetradore's attention, momently turning his emerald gaze from the labyrinth that surrounded him to the fae creature at his side. He watched as she ruffled through her oversized bag to fetch the scarf within, fastening it around her neck to offer her a warmth that even Tetradore had to admit he was envious of. The colder seasons were always his least favorite. He wasn't built for such chilling weather and more oft than not simply preferred to stay indoors like a hermit rather than brave the cold. Today, however, was a special occasion. Tetradore hardly lingered long on the thought though, instead progressing through the meticulously placed shipping cargo highly stacked and the warehouses with a certain sort of confidence. He hardly hesitated as she questioned him after his presence in a notoriously treacherous part of town, freely providing her perhaps more information on his extracurricular activities then she had expected - though his reasoning for such a venture was certainly lackluster in comparison.

Still, Tetradore found himself unable to suppress the chuckle that left his lips at the notion of the girl's perceived "delicacies". As much as he perhaps would have liked to deny her, the simple fact was that he had heard of such peculiar things being consumed. "I hate to admit it but I'm pretty sure they tried to feed me chocolate covered grasshoppers once." He commented, a wicked grin crossing his usually stoic features. "I think a coffee is something we should be able to accomplish." Tetradore added in a reassuring fashion. He continued down the pathway, pausing only at the girl's inquiry over just what it was he did to earn any sort of income.

A small snort left his nose at the notion of him as a massage therapist. "Do I look like the kind of person who would spend all day massaging people?" He inquired, his eyebrow raising precarious as a look of dubiousness crossed his masculine features. He was being sarcastic, naturally, the entire statement meant to be entirely rhetorical. He shook his head ever so slightly, "I'm in the shipping business." He clarified, being purposefully vague. After all shipping sounded far better than the reality of his world - smuggling. Which even still sounded far better than owner of a supernatural fighting ring. In truth he doubted she would care one way or the other but he was still not particularly prone to sharing everything he did. "And you? Anything beyond starving artist?" He was teasing her now, the corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly with the smallest of indications.
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