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

when arn't you a begger?


Posted on March 28, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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In truth, Tetradore had never paid a particularly large amount of attention to Alicia anymore then he did any of the other waitresses or waiters he employed. He knew her name, her family, and her income. Anything beyond that was entirely new to him - even though it occurred in his doors beneath his very nose. One eyebrow slowly rose as he watched the young woman wrap herself around Tobias' arm and yet the man hardly felt the need to comment on it. After all, Tobias' interests were hardly his to get involved with as long as those interests didn't include his own sister. Instead, Tetradore merely turned his attention to the noise further, deeper into the Ark. A small frown crossed his still sleepy features as they got closer towards the garage portion of the ship's hull. Tetradore stopped abruptly in the entryway of the garage, his emerald eyes glancing over the contents of the garage only to too spot the light moving in the far corner of the room. "I don't know." He muttered softly in response to Tobias, wishing for once that his feline senses were available to his mortal figure.

His emerald eyes remained steadfast upon the figure he could only just barely make out in the darkness, entirely unprepared for the fashion in which Alicia pushed him forward to face her fears. He stumbled a step catching himself easily and yet the man could hardly help the low growl that reverberated in his still human vocal cords - the sound hardly as threatening as it might have otherwise been. He disregarded Alicia's whining, instantly understanding Tobias' abrupt dissatisfaction at his allowance that she stay. The girl hardly had the capabilities of remaining calm in any facet. Unfortunately, Tetradore hardly had the opportunity to tell either of the individuals at his side that whomever it was certainly wasn't a so called "fire spirit" before Tobias ripped the frying pan from her hand only to fling it purposefully at the poor unfortunate....Jackal?

A soft sigh left his lips as the lights overhead flooded the hull of the ship, the man's emerald green gaze glanced behind him at that quite literally clung to his back. His eyebrow raised ever so slightly as he stared at Alicia, entirely unsure of how he felt about her close proximity. Fortunately for her, Tetradore was hardly given long to dwell on this before his attention shifted towards the mexican man. "Sorry about that Jackal." He offered, knowing far too well that it hardly helped the pain that surely laced the man's skull. This was why Tetradore didn't get out of bed at three in the morning. This.

Still, his attention refocused at the prospect of a new fighting ring, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he considered the proposition of springs in the floor. He could definitely see the benefits of them. There was a reason he was particularly fond of Jackal. Tetradore followed Jackal towards this newfound creation, immediately feeling the effects of the springs the moment he stepped into the ring. It was not wholly peculiar but it certainly added a kind of bounce to his step. "How costly is it to maintain? What happens if a spring breaks? I don't want anyone impaled on a spring sticking out of the mat." He commented, his thoughts already shifting to the Ark's business rather than simply the fun that they could be had. It was, unfortunately, that mindset that ended up being his undoing. The man had only just begun to lean over to inspect the mat closer only to find himself pushed entirely off his balance and falling face forward into the cushioned mat.

There was but a cursed grumble on his lips as Tetradore regained his position, simply settling in a seated fashion on the mat as his emerald eyes glared quite purposefully at his companion, knowing all too well that out of the three, only Tobias would be brave enough to pull off such a stunt. His gaze hardly even twitched in the direction of Alicia, despite Tobias' attempts to blame the poor girl. The game, that Tobias proposed, however, was hardly met with an ounce of enthusiasm. Instead, a soft sigh left the man's lips as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair. He knew that it was necessary they test the ring before it was opened to the general public but it sounded so much better to do so at a reasonable hour rather than now.

"If I win I get to go back to bed...." Tetradore responded, his voice surprisingly dull before, with a small twitch of his lips, he added, "And I get to sleep in late tomorrow without you waking me up." He was sure it was a fair trade, after all, he could hardly imagine Tobias being Alpha for a day, especially since everyone beyond himself already obeyed the boy nearly unquestioningly as it was. Jackal too seemed all too eager to see his latest project tested and so, as easily as that, Tetradore gave into this game of theirs. Slowly he pulled himself off the floor, making his way towards the indicated corner only to lean in a lackadaisical fashion against the railing. A small snort left Tetradore's lips at Tobias' attempt at goading. "You weren't even scary when I first found you in the forest when we were seven." The man responded all too flippantly, offering a grin at the memory of Tobias attempting to growl the then much younger and still far too headfast child he once was into submission. Frankly, Tetradore didn't know how to be afraid of Tobi. His gaze momentarily shifted towards the mexican man, nodding ever so slightly to show he was, indeed, ready.

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