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

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Posted on June 28, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Something about the witch had set the were-king on edge, enough so to leave that lofty position that so allowed him to oversee the entirety of his domain. His descent into the throng was hardly as ignored as he perhaps might have wanted to be, his presence along causing that same shift of reverence within those he passed as he made his way towards the pair. His emerald gaze still lingered entirely upon the stranger's features as he intervened only to answer the question that had lingered upon the woman's lips. A fighter she was indeed though he saw little sport in weapons versus his own beast. The scales were too weighted in her favor and frankly, he wouldn't have made a terrible profit from altering the rules for her alone. A singular eyebrow rose upon his features at the soft sigh that left the female's lips, the man entirely suspected the woman was considering the alternative battle options she provided him though she was rather foolish if she thought her affinity might save her of him. It was a point he hardly bothered to voice, the man entirely assured in his capabilities and thus saw little reason to waste any nonsensical words on any petty feuds on who would best who. "Perhaps." He responded simply, the word falling from his lips in an indifferent fashion.

His vibrant hued gaze slowly shifted towards lupine creature at his side, his voice and thoughts too silent as he listened to the words that she offered the pair - at least until the conversation shifted again to why she stood here and not at the side of her mate. Tetradore knew well the truth of the answer beyond whatever farce reason she voiced though it was hardly his place to utter what had occurred all those months ago outside of this very boat. No, the entirety of his responsibility was to keep her safe and in that moment, Tetradore had utterly failed her. It was perhaps that lingering thought that caused to male to reach down ever so slightly, his fingertips brushing gingerly against the top of Raven's cranium in a rather rare and entirely subtle show of affection. It was quickly becoming obvious that this conversation and the accompanying witch hardly required the man's attention, not when Raven seemed so capable of handling her so particularly well. This was hardly worth the effort of leaving his perch in the first place.

"We will allow your presence tonight witch, as long as you don't interrupt the fights. Jackal there will take any bets you may desire to place. Raven, I trust you can handle the rest." Tetradore pulled his hand in a slow, unhurried fashion away from his petting of the wolf's head, instead turning to leave the duo of women back to their own devices. There were by far better uses of his time then intervening on their conversation, not when the strange witch seemed far too taken with Raven herself. It was intriguing but the matter hardly settled upon Tetradore's thoughts long - once again dismissed the moment he'd found his seat once again upon the landing he claimed for himself.

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