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 January 24, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
It was perhaps stereotypical that Tetradore might be not only able but entirely willing to discuss in length the delicacy of bugs. In truth, he cared very little for the chocolate covered creations, instead merely enjoying the look of her features as they twisted in disgust at the sheer sound of his overly verbose description of their composition. There was a ghost of a simper upon his lips as she pumped her fist, clearly far more into this challenge that he had unknowingly laid in front of them than he had anticipated. "Whatever will I do." He responded in mock horror and yet, Tetradore was entirely amused not only with the notion of her consuming such a terrible tasting thing but also the idea that he was a scaredy cat. It was a far better use of words then she had likely realized. However, Tetradore hardly had time to dwell upon his own humor at the situation before the bets were drawn and he was left with the possible outcome of a picture from Eleanor herself. Her question, though, caused the man to hesitate, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck in a contemplative fashion. "I guess I could give you admittance to the Ark? You'd probably enjoy the fights...you'd be the first of your kind to ever see it?" His voice held a hint of inquiry, as if he was unsure this was a suitable 'prize', not that he had much else to give.

Although he had noted the dull look upon her features at the mention of his proposal, he too was aware of the simple fact that she hadn't quite said 'no' either. It was at least a step in a good direction. "I like Aivazovsky." He stated simply, a small shrug on his shoulders, "The one I have is of rough seas, though, and Jackal says I'll sink the ship if I put it in my quarters. Apparently, a captain should look for calm waters." There was a roll of his eyes as if he hardly believed it in the first place. "Sailors - they're so superstitious." Her comment on the Dali, however, was enough to see him pause, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly as she placed particular emphasis upon the word 'stolen'. A soft snort left Tetradore's nose though he hardly bothered to respond. After all, even he suspected that it was stolen, having acquired the piece simply by murdering it's previous owner for the boat he now inhabited. Regardless of it's status though, Tetradore fully intended to make a profit upon the art that had fallen into his lap. The question was only weather or not she would be the one to help him in such an endeavor.

Still, he hardly bothered to voice these thoughts, distracted instead by the chaotic melody of the Black Market as they crept deeper into the Western district. He could hear the hum of voices, nodding occasionally to a friendly face as he led the young fairy through the crowd with relative ease. For all intents and purposes, the market itself hardly seemed atypical by any means, most of the more illicit transactions occurring behind closed doors. And yet, to the right eye, subtle differences could certainly be noticed. Tetradore, however, hardly lingered long within the center of the store fronts, never liking crowds much. Instead, he paused only in front of the restaurant that had started this entire venture - The Pecking Duck.
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