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 September 04, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

The ebony feline slinked his way through the ropes that confined the perimeter of the fighting right, the roar of the crowd surrounding him. His own opponent, a large scaled komodo lizard trailed blood after its massive form as it slowly waddled it's way from him in defeat. He watched the man shift, unable to continue crawling from the confines of Tetradore's ring. Tetradore was victorious yet again, his own hide afflicted merely with bruises from the massive creature's sheer weight. He had deftly managed to avoid the dragon's bite, all too aware of the venom that rested within his mouth and in the end, the feline had once again dominated thats entirely to his superior mobility and speed. It had been...enjoyable, at the very least. It was the first fight that had seemed intriguing enough to coax the panther not only down from his ledge but also to put aside the other aspects of his business that had so dominated his life of late. Still, the panther was altogether prideful as he made his way through the crowd, the massive throng parting before him in a subtle display of respect as they still cried out his name. His own mouth parted, echoing out that iconic roar his kind was known for, egging them on and yet, for that brief moment, Tetradore couldn't help but to admit how utterly amused it made him - the way they so screamed.

The were-creature retreated to his own viewing platform, watching the next group as they struggled to best the show Tetradore himself had put on but moments ago. He settled upon his haunches in front of the railing, his gaze following the badger as he made an effort to face off against the furious boar that so relentlessly charged forward with merciless squeals. His emerald eyes followed the beasts around the ring, his own heartbeat and breath slowly steadying back to it's resting pace. It had been too long since he had graced the ring and Tetradore was entirely feeling it. It was only, however, the sound of Raven's words entering his skull that drew his attention away from the ring beneath him. His emerald eyes shifted towards the small creature at her side, a low growl reverberating within his throat. He recognized Alexis nearly instantaneously, her form was entirely unmistakeable to him, even if he hardly knew her at all. His own thoughts on her were decidedly difficult to decipher. On one point she had undoubtedly assisted in his own healing and yet, on the other side of the same coin, she had equally thrown her alliances with Frost himself.

He was all too aware of Raven's voice pushing into his mind, rapidly assuming the man she was searching for safety and yet...Tetradore was not wholly convinced. He slowly rose to stand, circling the pair with his gaze fully upon Alexis herself. He could smell Frost on her though she seemed wholly well. "And why should I believe this? It would not be beneath Frost to send one of his own to impenetrate our ranks, especially one such as you who used to be friends with Raven." And yet, for all Tetradore's weariness, he'd yet to call upon his affinities, much less make any move to harm the girl in anyway. She could be valuable, of that he could not deny and yet, when it came to Frost, he preferred to leave as little as possible up to chance. Still, he was willing to hear the small canine out, it all depended now on what guilded words she might have to offer to earn the West King's trust.
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