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 July 09, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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A small frown crossed Tetradore's features at that admittance that the man hardly wanted to know the truth - not yet. His eyebrows furrowed at the worry that lingered within his vector that the man he so adored was dead. He hadn't truly been aware that things had been that bad. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, Tetradore simply nodded in understanding. It was not his place to press this issue, much less to go behind Henry's back to discover the truth even if he meant well behind it. "If you should change your mind...let me know, okay?" He voiced softly, the man almost peculiarly...gentle when it came to Henry. Even so, he tried not to allow the boy to dwell on such despondency any more than necessary, instead leading the way to that large floating barge. He led the way up the gangplank and into that large hull that housed the now quiet fighting ring. He doubted that Henry would take up that offer that he provided, to make this place as much of a home as whenever he was presently staying and yet, he could hardly help that innate desire to keep Henry close to him. After all, the man hardly knew the utter importance of being the creation of the Alpha.

Even so, his head bobbed ever so slightly at Henry's insistence to remain at that hotel. "If you change your mind or...run out of money or anything, we're always open to you." He offered before allowing that conversation to instead drift to the Ark itself and the business he ran. All the while, the man plucked at those intangible threads that connected him to each of his pack members, near silently requesting their presence if they should happen to be about. Tetradore could tell Henry was only half listening to the words that fell from his lips and, in turn, Tetradore made a point to ensure his idle comments were hardly vital pieces of information. The pad of feet silenced the were-King's unusually talkative efforts, the man almost calming in the presence of the familiar. Though Tobias had a habit of so mimicking his own moods, the deviant, in turn, had a way of calming his less than pleasant demeanor. Henry hardly made him...disgruntled in any fashion. Rather, the were King found himself entirely...stressed...anxious...even, with all Henry didn't know, with all he didn't understand. He was a point of weakness that Tetradore was desperate to protect.

Those emerald eyes simply watched as Tobias strode up to the young man, this meeting was perhaps the singular one he held any sort of concern with. Henry, by nature, was his. His creation. His....protege. And yet, Tobias was his beta, his second in command, the only being he truly trusted. He hardly moved as Tobias reached out to grab a lock of Henry's hair, studying it as if it provided him with vital information. Eventually, some sort of conclusion was reached before Tobias turned to point towards the woman behind him and that chair beside him. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly and yet, it was only at that softly spoken inquiry that Tobias' head bobbed. "Yes. He is mine." Those words were softly spoken to the deviant alone, using the same terms he knew that boy would understand even if he was not truly aware of the implication of exactly what he voiced.

It was, however, Raven's voice that drew his attention, a small snort left his nose as he remained nestled within his own throne. "He does not mean well." His voice fell quite bluntly from his lips, as he glanced briefly at the girl before turning back towards Henry. "He means to assert his territory. Follow those two rules and you'll be fine with him. If you do not, you will see exactly how unwell he means. Men always are protective of their women." A small shrug crossed his shoulders and yet, he hardly saw any reason to refute those simple words of his companion. Rather, Tetradore turned his attention elsewhere. "Henry, this is Tobias, my Beta and Raven, his girlfriend. Raven, Tobi, this is Henry...my..." He paused, almost unsure of what word to use to explain their relationship. Son seemed...weird. Vector felt so off putting. "I made him." Tetradore finished after a moment's consideration.

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