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 31, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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Despite the fact that Tetradore hardly knew the woman at his side, it felt peculiarly natural to have her arm laced around his forearm. Occasionally, his emerald eyes would shift over to the peculiar fae, observing the fashion at which she so inquisitively eyed the Black Market that spiraled around them. It was clear she'd never been before, which was quite bizarre to Tetradore considering he thought such a place would be rather fitting for the enigmatic female. Momentarily, his gaze met hers to watch the all too pleased simper cross her features at the mention of the ark - his ark. He'd known that the establishment was well known within some circles but it hadn't occurred to him that those of other species might too know of it's existence. She, however, clearly knew enough about it to jump on the opportunity to see it without even the smallest of inquiry on what it was.

Nevertheless, Tetradore allowed the topics to shift to his preferences in art, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly at the foreign name upon her tongue. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, "Show me one and I might be." He responded. In truth, Art had never been Tetradore's passion. His mistress had never been a huge collector herself and so, most of the names he was sure she could drop without a second's thought would be quite foreign to him altogether. That didn't mean he didn't like it. On the contrary, he found he had quite particular tastes in what he enjoyed and what he didn't. The Dali, for example, being one he cared particularly little of. Her offer was thus taken quite seriously, the man's head bobbing ever so slightly, "I will do that." He promised, fully intending to see it through. After all, he needed to do something with it.

Eventually, Tetradore paused in front of a rather dingy storefront, his emerald eyes glancing over the red oriental curtain in the front windows, hiding the interior from the view of the public. He glanced down at the young woman at his side, his eyebrows crinkling ever so slightly. "I'm not sure I am." He commented, amusement echoing somewhere within his baritone voice. "Ugh, here goes nothing." His hand reached out, pushing in the solid oak doors only to lead the woman into the poor lit restaurant. He recognized several of the faces that occupied the booths with their hushed conversations. It was quite the criminal den. He offered the small asian woman at the front a small smile and instantly a look of recognition crossed her features. It was hardly long before, with a waggle of her finger, the elderly woman had seated the pair in a booth away from the already present diners. Soon enough, his regular waitress had arrived, her too amused to find the were-creature settled so nonchalantly with a fae across from her.

It was a peculiar ritual he had with the waitress. She always asked him what he'd like and he'd always hopelessly look at the chinese menu for a minute as if seriously pursuing the strange characters before telling her to bring him something interesting. Only this time, this time that interesting had a side of "those weird grasshopper things". He watched the amused smirk upon her features, confirming he was sure before disappearing back into the kitchen to leave him alone with the woman across from him.

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