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

wrapped in burlap, barely able


Posted on January 30, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
He could feel it - that crackle of energy within the air. The electricity was unmistakable to the Were-King. It was the precursor to a shift, one that was badly controlled and, he expected, unwanted. Even with that knowledge, Tetradore did distinctly little to assist in subduing the feline within his vector that was all but determined to explode from her skin. It was, he was certain, a fate she had brought on herself with her childish antics. How quickly she was to get herself worked up when there was little about their current predicament that could or would change in the near future. Even if he did offer to assist her, Tetradore was certain she'd decline him, likely with some sharp barb that he had little interest in hearing in the first place. And so, instead, the Alpha remained where he was, seated upon the floor of the cage with his back against the metal bars, his jacket creating a makeshift pillow behind his head. His emerald eyes had fluttered closed, his chest rising and falling with some almost serene regularity and yet, despite appearances, the Alpha was hardly sleeping as peacefully as he seemed. It was a shame really, he was certain this would have made the perfect time to nap and yet, that change within the air was difficult to merely ignore.

The Alpha could hear Harley's ragged breaths as she struggled to maintain her human form, just as he could feel his feline vector moments from imploding from her skin. That shift was one he made little effort to stop, his own inner cat almost miffed by that transition, even if he remained still and silent in his corner of the cage. It was the sound of ripping fabric that first hit his ears, her clothing all but shredded in the process of her transition. Of course she wouldn't have thought to remove her clothing. The girl was going to be left with nothing at this rate and yet, it hadn't occurred to her the consequence of walking home without anything to clothe her naked body, unless she wanted to lose what survived the transformation to Syn. A soft puff of air left his nose at the thought, the man listening to that feline whine from her lips at the completion of her change. He could hear the muffled sounds of movement before an almost dramatic thud filled the cage, followed by an anticipatory silence and slowly, those emerald irises flickered open.

He stared with striking indifference at the ebony feline opposite of him, stuck within the skin tight jeans she had worn and combat boots that had molded to her paws. Her efforts to remove them were...pathetic as she tried feebly to kick the boots off her paws. Another soft breath left his lips as the man's gaze fluttered close, certain he hardly had to witness the girl's antics. She must have managed to succeed in pulling one of her boots off - the thing echoing with a resounding thud as it flew from her feet. Another eerie silence followed suit, stretching on for several moments before Tetradore could hear the soft thud of her figure. His gaze slowly flickered open again, glancing briefly over the removed shoe before his irises shifted back towards the woman curled up on her back to snatch that other boot. He watched as her teeth tugged at the boot, attempting to be gentle lest she ruined her footwear. It hardly took too long before the boot was tugged free, it too falling with a thud to leave the girl only in her jeans. His brow rose as he silently watched her, his features the very void of any real emotion even in spite of how...comical the situation in front of him might have been. He could have helped, it was true, and yet, the Were-King was content to simply leave Harley to her fate. After all, it wasn't as if she had yet to appreciate his assistance and Tetradore was hardly inclined to waste his time when his very existence was so vehemently disdained.
Now the beast has come to play

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