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 February 06, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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His back hit the floor with a soft thud and slowly his gaze turned back towards the two giggling twins. Those emerald eyes swept over the sticky, messy floor with the softest of sighs, though truly it hardly perturbed him all that much. A mess was all too easy to clean up, especially if the results of such meant a singular peaceful moment in the otherwise turbulent family. Tetradore could scarcely remember the last time the trio had so much as even gotten along - certainly before the twins had been born, perhaps even before he had been taken all those years ago. That ghost of a simper vanished from his lips within those moments after, as he simply stared at the two children that had been the byproduct of the two individual's coupling. He could hardly help the notion that tugged at his brain that this might very well be the last time they were afforded that same sense of family that he so often sought from them. With the pair at each other's throats more often than not, and Nadya's own swaying loyalty to their pack, times such as these were somehow far more precious and delicate then he liked to admit. Still, such considerations hardly left Tetradore's lips, those fears buried deep within him with a wellspring of other sensations that Tetradore often kept to himself.

Rather, the man's vibrant gaze shifted towards his best friend as that lanky deviant moved to approach him. The were-king scarcely moved as he glanced up at his companion, though he was hardly prepared for the fashion in which Tobias' knees simply buckled, the man falling in the same fashion that Tetradore had but moments ago with a sigh on his lips. A soft snort left Tetradore's lips as Tobias' head found his own chest and yet, the Alpha scarcely moved in the slightest. Rather, his emerald gaze followed his companion's own towards his sister, his head bobbing in ready agreement. Putting up a single gate was hard work! Look at all they had achieved! It was in the wall! And it even functioned, at least, he thought it did...he hadn't actually tested it. His gaze shifted towards the gate, a single foot reaching forward to tap it ever so lightly. Well....at least it wasn't going to move with the toddler's tugging on it.Any further contemplation on the actual usefulness of that gate, however, was interrupted by that soft feminine voice, his gaze darted upwards towards Nadya as she assured them Tobias was merely copying him. It was a statement he knew well to be true and yet, he simply offered her a shrug as his gaze turned briefly towards his companion.

It was that soft thud of another head upon his chest that grabbed his attention, that girlish giggle was but music to his ears, the sound itself was entirely rare. In fact, he couldn't remember Nadya ever laughing. It was silly really, that such a simple action so easily produced a warm grin upon Tetradore's lips. His arm reached down to drape over the girl's chest in a fashion that was not only affectionate but too, perhaps protective, his other hand nestled in the locks of Tobias hair in but another altogether peculiar gesture of fondness. Tetradore was entirely content within that moment, fleeting though it was. His gaze shifted to his sibling as she abruptly moved, his arm fell back to his side as she sat upwards and yet, the comment on her lips caused his own eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. His birthday? Of course....his birthday. How long had it been since he'd celebrated such a day? Hell, had long had it been since any had inquired after that simple date? A small frown marred his lips before he offered his sister the smallest of shrugs. "I'd forgotten." He admitted, entirely uncertain as to what answer to provide her. As a child, such a day consisted of candy and pinatas but now? As an adult? Frankly, he hadn't the faintest of notions of what adults did to celebrate their birthdays beyond the activities that had taken place at Syn - bars, however, were certainly a place in which he was assured he did not wish to attend.