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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on January 27, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The pads of his large pawed feet were nearly silent as the jungle cat ran through the harbor, ducking into the overgrown treeline the moment he was given the opportunity to do so. There was an insistent need that laced through his veins, the desire to protect, especially after hearing the panic that filled the tone of his sibling. He had sworn to himself, in some fashion or another, to keep her safe, to not let another event tear their family apart and while he doubted that Tobias would harm her children in any fashion, even he could not ignore the anxiety of their disappearance. The trees quickly began to whip past the ebony panther, the smaller creatures skurrying out of his path as he so steadfastly ran straight within the direction that he could intangibly feel Tobias' presence. He could hear the spotted feline's cry and likewise he adjusted his course appropriately, hardly bothering to pause to offer any sort of reply. It took him a moment longer to hear the presence of the nearby hunters, their stomping feet hardly hiding their presence from his far too sensitive feline ears. It was them that saw him hesitate, it was them that caused him to come to a sliding halt, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he studied the scene before him.

It hardly took much thought for Tetradore to figure out exactly what Tobias thought process was. The bond between the peculiar men was so particularly unique and unwavering that in moments like this they fell so effortlessly in sync. All too easily Tetradore fell into the role Tobias had casted him within, his form stalking the shadows with a instinctual ease. All it took was one launch of his powerful hind legs before the panther collided into the Dark Hunter from behind, his large claws digging into the man's fabric and shredding the cotton of his clothes as he climbed his way upwards. His jaws parted, his particularly large canines digging into the flesh at the hunter's neck, biting down with the same powerful force his species was so feared for. His kind were known for their suffocation techniques and this poor hunter was going to find that out the hard way. He felt the man stumble forward, despite the presence of the spotted feline in front of him. After all, Tetradore's weight alone was enough to send the unsuspecting fellow to the ground.

He hardly waited to watch the hunter die, nor did he concern himself with waiting till his body stopped moving. He simply knew the hunter would have but moments of frighteningly fighting to breath before he stilled and such was precious time when there was but another of their kind afoot. He launched himself back upon the ground, hopping off of the now fallen hunter with relative ease before his emerald gaze turned towards the last of their little group. His tail lashed as he slowly stalked closer, circling the now weary man and yet, his attention was not wholly upon the kill he was presented with. On the contrary, his thoughts were entirely distracted, finding that mental link with Tobias himself as he tried to shove imagines of the children into the felines brain accompanied with the feeling, the need to protect them. It was peculiar, attempting to communicate with pictures and sensations but it would be far better understood than any worded thought Tetradore tried to convey. He could only hope that he had gotten here in time.

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