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 August 26, 2021 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
How unusually blissful that quiet moment was! Few occasions within Syn could ever truly be considered tranquil, prompting Tetradore to take full advantage of those ones he had. His chest rose and fell with a slow, steady regularity as he dozed in the corner of the extraordinarily large cage. The Alpha was entirely inattentive to his Vector's movement - her wakefulness certainly not enough, at least at first, to perturb him. It was only the abrupt rattling of the cage walls that, regretfully, startled the Were-King into some resemblance of wakefulness. The metal screeched loudly at Harley's shaking, her boot colliding into it to prompt a deafening, hollow ring that grated upon Tetradore's ears. He could feel the vibrations of the metal against his head as the once still walls shook back and forth. The smell of burning flesh cloyed the air, only further ruining what had previously been an oddly comfortable moment. A scowl crossed Tetradore's features as his baritone voice grumbled a sharp demand, one he truly didn't expect her to heed. Harley, he had quickly learned, had little to no respect for...well...anyone. Nor did she know how to keep her own god damned mouth shut for more than a second at a time, even if her own life depended upon it. Of course he'd be strapped to someone like her - someone he found as irritating as he did the rest of Risque's little posse. At least the other Weres had the sense to fear him.

He was hardly surprised by the glare he was immediately afforded, though Tetradore met that look head on with an equally unflinching stare. There was something about her that riled the Alpha within him - that coaxed to life a feral need to dominate her, to put her in that place he was sure she belonged in. Those instinctual feelings were ones he failed to act upon, however, even if his hand gripped his forearm just a touch tighter as he leaned back against the soft material of his leather jacket. Her biting remark only deepened the discontent within the Were-King. His features twisted into a look that was distinctly unimpressed with her makeshift insult, one that failed to truly hit it's mark beyond his continual annoyance at her need to constantly have the last word in every conversation he had ever had with her. Frankly, the man was certain he'd rather avoid any and all conversation with her at all in the first place, at this rate. A soft puff of air left his nose as he sunk further into his jacket, his eyes fluttering closed again with every intention to merely ignore her existence entirely. How distinctly skilled he was at that endeavor. As bothersome as he found his Vector, even all her nuisances paled in comparison to the screaming, begging, and crying that Tetradore had dozed through before during those infinitely long years at his Mistress' side.

He ignored her pacing and restless energy near effortlessly, even though he could feel the feline within her begging to get out. That shift was one her own fidgety emotions seemed keen to drag out - and though he could certainly stifle that transformation, Tetradore saw little reason to offer her that kindness. He was content to continue his efforts to snooze, his head tilted slightly away from her in a vain effort to further block out the noise of her shoes on the metal underfoot. He could hear the soft thud of her jacket hitting the floor across from him, though the Were-King hardly moved. He was almost surprised that Harley's attention returned to him, even if it was only to disrupt his comfort. The Alpha hardly made an effort to explain his apparent blase outlook upon life, regardless of the atrocities in which it consisted of. She was certainly not one he had any desire to let beyond that cold exterior he presented the world. Rather, it was her musing to herself that Tetradore sought to answer. His baritone voice was nothing if not terribly effective at squashing all hint of hope the feisty young woman had at escaping her fate. He had certainly tried for years.

A visible yawn crossed Tetradore's features as he slumped further down into his jacket. There was little use in pacing the cage, much less fretting over when they might escape. His gaze fluttered closed again, his chin tilted downward - the Alpha wholly content to go back to his task of falling back asleep when yet another question left Harley's lips. The emerald of his eyes flickered open almost attentively before an audible snort of amusement left his nose. "I'd like to see you try." His head shook ever so slightly before Tetradore continued, offering, for once, a level of wisdom that he suspected his Vector would despise. "She will let us out when she wants to, or when she needs us again. We'll be fed, she doesn't want you dead...yet. The more she knows this is getting to you though, the longer you'll be in here so for christ's sake just sit the fuck down."
Now the beast has come to play

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