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

riding waves, playing acrobat


Posted on March 20, 2017 by henry tudor
West



Henry wasn't sure he would ever be able to truly forgive himself. He felt so responsible for what he had done to Sterling. Despite his boyfriend's last words to him being about his own well being, Henry fully expected the man to hate him once he regained full consciousness. But Henry wouldn't know what Sterling thought of him for some time. He had no intention of going home to his boyfriend until he was able to control himself. He didn't want to hurt anyone again.

But Henry had already decided that he would do whatever it took to ensure Sterling's safety, even if that meant meeting up with Tetradore every full moon. He was glad the man took his joke with a light hearted chuckle. All that was happening was far too serious and Henry needed at least a little comedic relief. "Truthfully...I don't remember a damn thing you told me. I'm lucky I got this far and found you." When Tetradore had tried to talk to him, Henry was in such denial that he had chosen not to listen to anything he said. He would have rather enjoyed his whisky than bothered with listening to directions.

They moved on, walking towards an abandoned warehouse. As soon as Henry found out that they were going to be practicing shifting, he was immediately asking if the place was around people. Henry didn't trust himself and he certainly didn't want to put anyone else in danger. But Tetradore assured him that no one would get hurt, so he relinquished a sigh.

When they finally got settled, Henry had mentioned that he didn't know how to shift on command. Tetradore's answer had him cocking his head just lightly. All these new terms were slightly overwhelming and truthfully, Henry wasn't sure what any of them truly meant. "My alpha?" It was safe to say that Henry had no clue that weres ran in packs run by an alpha...nor did it click that Tetradore was HIS alpha.

Once undressed, Henry looked up at Tetradore, expecting the man to explain what was about to happen. Instead, he just allowed the shift to take over Henry and in an instant, Henry's body began to shift and change. Unlike every other time, it wasn't nearly as painful and he didn't feel as bad as he remembered feeling with the other shifts. Even the breaking and reforming of bones didn't bother him.

And soon, the panther with the piercing blue eyes was staring at the other male. Instincts took over and in his form, the panther knew that he needed to assert his dominance over the space he now called his own territory. A roar of warning was sent towards Tetradore before he moved forward, claws thrashing out in an attempt to fight the male that was supposed to be his alpha...




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