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 March 26, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.


That growl seemed to echo within the hollow space as Tetradore's claws met Henry's fur, the ebony panther merely attempting in those moments to climb up his companion's back, just enough to position himself for what was to come. He could feel Henry thrashing beneath him, those claws reaching out to strike any fur upon the Alpha's body and yet, Tetradore was willing to merely ignore the pain of it as his teeth encompassed Henry's neck. The flailing only seemed to momentarily increase with that pressure and yet, Tetradore was entirely unwilling to give up - not on this. Not on his protege. His grip tightened with each action, only further attempting to hold his companion down beneath him and, in turn, establish his own dominance over that feral feline. It was several long moments later that Henry finally began to soften, a soft breath of relief left the feline's nose. He would certainly be sporting an array of bruises tomorrow, then again, it was all too likely Henry would too, considering the pressure his teeth had so placed upon the man's neck.

Still, it was only once Henry was absolutely still that Tetradore released his grip. Those emerald eyes remained steadfast upon the creature, watching with a measure of expectancy as the feline rolled over onto his back, presenting the were King with that vulnerable sight of his jugular. Tetradore slowly padded closer, his nose brushing against that tender flesh in a subtle show of acceptance of the cat before the cat pulled back, just enough to brush his cheek against his companion's, so marking the man with hi scent in a fashion only felines seemed to do.

He was curious, truly, if that human part of his Vector remained locked away, now that the feline within him calmed. His voice reached across that tether between the two, inquiring with a gentle probing touch. "Henry?" He could feel the human side of the man, even if it was far away - he just wasn't quite sure yet how to reach him...or if he even could. Hell - the real question was....now what? He'd established his place, he could ensure Henry's shifts were done in a safe place and no one hurt, but he hadn't the slightest idea of how to help Henry find control again. Maybe he'd mention this to Raven...

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