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 May 15, 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.


Those bright emerald eyes met the amethyst ones that stared upwards at him, the man entirely oblivious of the comfort the young Asian woman drew from the simple sensation of his chest rising and falling. Rather, it was that altogether rare simper that crossed her features that drew the man's attention, his eyebrow furrowing ever so slightly as she shook her head at him. He hardly fought those slender fingers that wrapped around his own, the were-King entirely willing to be led towards his office wall, a glimpse of inquisitiveness settled across those masculine features. He watched as the young woman thrust her finger at the far right side of the map, a part of the world in which the man was hardly uninvolved in. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as he read those large words, and yet he was hardly unwilling to so venture there if such was what she liked. He was altogether aware of the near restlessness that coursed through her frame, the woman decidedly excited in a fashion he'd never seen her before. Really, if this got her that excited, he hardly had the heart to say no. He listened in silence as she spoke with a certain longing over that blade she so desired, his head slowly bobbing.

"All right...of Kusanagi is what you want, then it is what we'll get." He uttered, his hand reaching out for his thumb to brush in a rare glimpse of affection against her cheek. That touch, however, was altogether fleeting as the man reached for his phone. "Do you know where it is? If I have a picture of the place then we can go there now." Tetradore continued, answering that question of when they leave in the process. After all, with his capabilities for teleportation, distances were wholly irrelevant to the man. His fingers flicked effortlessly over that screen of that device, the man altogether attentive to those very conditions that might benefit them if they were going to steal an ancient blade. "It looks like it's night there.....and warm...perfect, hm?" He inquired, glancing up at her with an almost mischievous glint to those emerald eyes. His free hand reached out to her, the man requiring that touch if he was going to take her with him when they made that jump to that east coast. All he needed now was a place.

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