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

i'll do it 'til the sun goes down and all through the night time


Posted on July 01, 2017 by henry tudor
West



While Henry was not excited about the fact that he was now a were, he couldn't fault Tetradore completely. It wasn't as if the man had intentionally turned him. It had only been an accident with unfortunate consequences. However, he did resent the man in the sense that he hadn't been pushy enough when he had approached Henry. He hadn't tried to protect Sterling from what Henry would become. He should have known the confusion that Henry would face as well as the inability to control himself. What happened to Sterling could have been prevented with a little forethought. And yet...Henry only blamed himself. He should hate Tetradore. But he didn't. He only hated himself.

Henry felt an immense amount of guilt for what happened to Sterling. And yet, despite that guilt, he couldn't quite bring himself to inquire as to if Sterling was even alive. He wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. At least now, he still clung to the hope that maybe he had survived. If he had died, Henry would never forgive himself. Henry would fall into a much darker place than he already was.

So when he was asked if he wanted Aiden to check in on Sterling, Henry shook his head. "I'm afraid of the answer. I'll never forgive myself if he's dead." His eyes rested on the other, they were soft and yet...full of pain. He wanted to know that Sterling was safe and healing...but he was terrified if he found out the opposite. In truth, he was sure he would be unable to keep living if he had killed the one person who meant the world to him. How could he ever come back from something like that? He would be better off dead too.

He followed Aiden towards the Ark, following him up the gang plan and into the massive ship. He listened as he began to explain just what this place was and that he was welcome here, any time. He was offered a room and Henry slowly shook his head. "I'm staying at a hotel for now...until I decide to go back home." He wasn't sure when he would be ready to return to the apartment he shared with Sterling. He wasn't sure he would be able to return at all.

He watched him flop into the throne, finding it rather ironic that he chose to be seated in such a seat. The idea of a king/pack leader/boss was a new one and Henry wasn't sure he would ever get used to it. This was so different than anything he had ever known. Being a human was easy. Being a were...that was downright complicated. Henry sighed as he leaned on the railing, looking down at the rings below, listening as Aiden spoke. He offered the occasional nod, signaling that he was paying attention, even if his thoughts were clouded.




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