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 September 04, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

Tetradore was all too contently resting on his couch, his back against the cool surface as his head rested all too easily on Tobias' leg, using his companion as a pillow whilst his fingers moved with such dexterity on the camouflage patterned controller in his hands. He had acquired a new sort of game, though one he was entirely certain Tobias would like none the less. Unlike their usual shooting games, this one featured dinosaurs. Presently his character was riding a velociraptor looking creature as they wandered down the banks of a river looking for more dinosaurs to conquer and more players to murder. "Is that a t-rex over there?" He inquired, briefly, eying that moving black creature in the distance, "How many spears do you have? I think i have like...three left after that stupid stegosaurus. Hm... " His features contorted in clear thought, unsure if it was worth the effort. "Come on, let's go check it out." He muttered softly, leading the way with complete certainty his companion would follow. It was only once they had gotten closer to the creature that Tetradore heard that soft call within his head, the voice of Raven herself invading his thoughts. His own lips contorted in a frown, a soft, exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. "I hate it when she does that." He muttered, more to himself rather than his companion, "And it's always when something important is about to happen."

A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore swung his feet off the couch and onto the floor, signing out of their multi-player video game with ease. It wasn't often these days that he was truly awarded the chance to simply enjoy his time with Tobias - so much had been going on lately with Nadya and the twins in the Ark, Tobias and Raven's blossoming relationship, his own relationship demands, and the multiple business avenues he so engaged within. "Come on." He grumbled, his bare feet padding down the hallway and towards the hull of the ship they had transformed into their ring. His feet were all but silent as he paused upon the viewing platform, his hands gripping the railing as he glanced over and below towards Raven and the peculiar female below. His lips pursed together ever so slightly before he reached up to rub his arms. It was....cold. How was it this cold already? Tetradore despised the presence of such frigid temperatures, the man often refusing to go outside altogether in those winter months. His emerald eyes glanced to his companion, as if ensuring he wasn't the only one to notice this shift in temperature. He'd have to get someone to look at the heating controls in the Ark.

"Is it really that fucking cold outside already? It's only September." He stated, his voice certainly loud enough for all to hear and yet, he was hardly shouting by any means. The were-King made his way with ease down the stairs that led towards the pair of women, the man pausing in front of the two with his arms crossed over his chest. "What is this about?" He inquired, his vibrant gaze eying the foreign female with an altogether judgemental stare. She was were, of that he could tell and she certainly seemed as if she had come from somewhere overseas. There was a distinct difference to her though where he hardly had any idea. His gaze fluttered slowly to the package beside her, his eyebrows furrowing at it's presence. He wasn't expecting anything, at least to his knowledge, and that made him all the more suspicious. "Who sent you and why?" He inquired, his tone clearly taking on a more demanding note to it.
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