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 July 20, 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.


Tetradore was well aware of those near stumbling footsteps as the young woman fell into that wall. The gesture was subtle, one she tried to simply smooth away and yet, he had hardly drank as much as her, his own system not quite so inebriated that his rather observant capabilities hadn't noticed such a thing. Even so, he said little on the gesture, much as he said little in the fashion she seemed to walk all the closer towards him as they began to wound their way through that crowd that congregated around those roadsters and modified vehicles. There was a certain sort of restlessness within the air, though it was a feeling the feline was all but used to. It was the sensation of anticipation and the Ark was often heavy with it on most nights. He slipped through the crowd with ease, keeping an ever watchful gaze upon the woman, more so when a hand actually bothered to reach out to her. She was quick to rid herself of that grasp, her gaze turning only to meet the almost protective glimpse to those emerald eyes that he hadn't meant to let her see. That raised brow caused his own to furrow and yet, that playful nudge to his shoulder that accompanied her equally as mischievous pack was met with a mere grunt in return. He was quite certain she shouldn't be, Tetradore was, after all, a possessive creature by nature.

That inquiry of whether or not they were apart of his pack, however, was met with a rather blunt announcement that they were not. His own pack would hardly act in such a manner, much less would they dare to touch a woman that fell under his rule. She hardly offered a word in response, instead simply lingering close to him as they moved closer towards those vehicles lined up at the makeshift starting line. He pointed out those vehicles to her, identifying them with little difficulty. Tetradore knew well the specs of those machines and yet, tonight, he was allowing the young woman at his side to so spend that money, he could only hope that she would choose well tonight. It took a moment of consideration before Malia made that decision, prompting the were-King to flag over a particularly skimpy dressed woman and the goons at her side. He was hardly unaware of that glance that the female so gave him, his own emerald eyes lingering but slightly on her long, bare legs and deep plunging cleavage. What he was oblivious of, however, was the way in which Malia herself seemed to so let her lips curl in an almost threatening fashion.

Soon enough, the woman turned, her hips sashaying and slowly, his emerald eyes turned back towards those vehicles as their engines began to purr. He hardly expected the way Malia's petite frame so abruptly collided into his own and yet, Tetradore hardly shifted with her added weight so pressed against him. Rather, a glimpse of surprise crossed his features as he shifted, his fingers brushing against her arms in an effort to right her. She hardly gave him a chance, however, before pulling away and in those moments her gaze seemed almost pointed to turn towards anywhere else. For a moment, Tetradore watched her with a glimpse of curiosity before, slowly, his gaze followed hers to those vehicles, watching as that young woman continued her prancing around that ring that surrounded those vehicles. His comment of that race starting soon seemed to draw Malia from whatever so occupied her thoughts and yet, he hardly expected the decidedly bold observation that left her lips. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as his gaze refocused upon that woman, the man entirely content to clarify. "She's showing off her body because she wants men to notice her...and she wants them to want her." His gaze slowly shifted towards the woman beside him, as if he was considering something before he added with an unexpected teasing inquiry, "Are you jealous?"

He hardly had time to hear her answer, however, before that woman came to stand in front of those cars, dropping a white bandana after an almost teasing countdown only for those engines to so roar to life, their tires squealing on the asphalt beneath them. His own emerald eyes watched those vehicles with a hint of almost...excitement, the man too caught up in those vehicles to notice her hand as it gripped his forearm, his gaze following those vehicles till they quickly ran out of view and soon, those large tvs flickered on with the continuation of that race. It was only then, once the roar of those vehicles that he became aware of that light touch upon his spine, the simple weight nearly caused a shudder to run down his spine. That inquiry, however, was momentarily ignored as his eyebrows furrowed, the man reaching up to tuck his fingers beneath her chin and draw her gaze back towards him, "The Zonda is. Are you okay?" He inquired softly, a hint of uncertainty bleeding into those usually confident notes. Malia had always been a difficult one for him to read. Was this just a result of the alcohol running through her system or was there something...else here?

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