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

You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose


Posted on November 16, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

The were-panther's lips peeled back over those ivory canines, that growl reverberated deeply within his throat as he stepped over the fallen individual he'd taken down but moments ago. Those emerald green eyes stared intently at the man in front of him, his large paws stepping closer towards the clearly terrified individual. He watched as the lackie stepped slowly away from him, clearly concerned by the simple thought of so taking his eyes off the predator. Tetradore leaned back upon his back feet only to launch himself forward with a clear intent to continue this hunt. He heard the shout that left the man's throat as he stumbled backwards, turning on his feet only to run right into the direction of where Tetradore himself knew the large jaws of the crocodile would be patiently awaiting. He hardly bothered to so continue his pursuit in the same rapid fashion, instead trailing behind with a lackadaisical ease. For some unknown reason, Tetradore entirely trusted the reptilian woman to be where he had left her. He trusted her to be at his side to see them through on this whirlwind of an adventure he had spontaneously led them on. What a peculiar thing that in itself was.


Tetradore's ears flicked ever so slightly as he heard the slam of the man's spine upon the deck of the boat. Ah, and there she was. A small simper crossed the man's maw, the feline clearly far too pleased with the turn of events. Oh yes, this takeover was going far better than he had anticipated it might. He heard the scream that left the man's lips as he rounded the corner of the boat, padding down the length of the side of the boat. His gaze landed upon those flailing limbs, watching with utter indifference as the man tried to pry himself away from the reptile. That crunch of bone resounded in his ears and yet, even that hardly prompted any desire to assist the man in any which way. Instead, it was the sound of footsteps moving up the staircase in the interior of the boat that so pulled his attention. Ahh, the man of the hour had finally seen fit to step out onto the deck. That sound of his voice resonated within the panther, so coaxing that anger and annoyance that he so been the causality of this little escapade. That fool should have known better than to attempt to steal from him. A small scowl crossed his lips as Askaree's singsong voice filled his thoughts.


He allowed that ebony skin to give way to caramel flesh once again, entirely unperturbed by his naked state or the chill that filled the air to cause goosebumps upon his flesh. All that mattered to him was that he got his message across and unfortunately, his feline jaw and vocal cords failed to offer the same spoken words that his human body could afford him. He strolled around the corner, leaning against the edge of the cabin with his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. "Long time no see." He commented with a cheshire grin, his gaze falling upon the third gentleman. He was all too aware of that shock that crossed the man's features, followed by the recognition and fear. "You stole something from me." Tetradore continued, stepping forward. "I'm going to repay you in kind, but I'm feeling generous. Get me the keys to your boat...and I'll let you live otherwise, my friend here would love to eat you." He leaned down, his fingertips gingerly brushing against those scales in a display of altogether rare affection. The were panther glanced upwards at the third gentleman, gesturing into the cabin. "You should hurry now."

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