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

our lives are built on the death of others


Posted on August 07, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Tetradore was hardly surprised, truly, by Henry's own declaration that fighting failed to fall in line with his own interests. The boy gave up too easily, that he could tell by those mere two evenings he'd spent with the man. He didn't have the spirit of a fighter. It hardly bothered the were-King in any fashion. Rather, he regarded it as a simple fact. After all, there were many whom did fight, even if Tobias seemed less than pleased of this new discovery. That muttering the man descended into was hardly peculiar to Tetradore. After all, he'd long since become accustomed to that behavior, the man hardly bothered to question it in the slightest. Rather, his attention shifted towards the woman at his side at that inquiry of what their evening would consist of, the were King promptly cutting off any notions of their evening being spent upon the hunt. After all, he knew well how Henry felt of that one time he had near demanded even the smallest of sacrifices of the fellow. He might not have been the warmest of Makers but he certainly was trying to keep Henry's feelings in mind. In time, surely, the pair of men would find some comfort in their peculiar relationship but, for now, Tetradore was getting used to this notion of having a Vector just as much as Henry was surely getting used to this whole new world he found himself in.

That sheer mention of the full moon, however, seemed to produce a clear hint of anxiety within the man, one that Tobias readily picked up on. He watched as the boy near quickly invaded Henry's personal space again, that clear tenseness within Tobias' frame hardly went beyond Tetradore's notice. It made his own form tense, the man was entirely ready to intervene if it proved necessary and yet he had enough faith within his companion that, for now, Tetradore remained settled in his throne. He was hardly surprised that the deviant had picked up on that shift in the air and yet, the man hardly relaxed until that edge too vanished from the body of his best friend. His emerald eyes lingered upon the pair of men as Tobias placed his hand against Henry's own. That intense confidence within his Beta coaxed a small hint of a simper on his lips, even if the were-King remained wholly silent. His gaze trailed over towards Raven as she moved to join the pair of men, that question lingered within the air and yet, Tetradore met that stare she gave him head on. After all, that hint of feralness that filled Henry after that shift was his problem to tell, if he decided to share it. Tetradore himself was hardly concerned. They had already discovered how to bring Henry back from that edge.

Tetradore's attention turned towards the hull of the ship, his gaze danced over the edge of that ring with a look of utter apathy on his features as he only half listened to that story Raven told of her past. He'd heard the tale before. He'd seen the tale that night he'd accepted her into his pack. He knew well that all of his members were a little...broken, in some fashion or another. He was equally as aware that, perhaps, Henry might benefit from that story. After all, his feralness was not all that different, even if their experiences couldn't be any further from one another. He hardly even glanced at the trio as Raven moved to the side to make room for him. Tetradore had little desire to engage in that story telling time. His own tale was hardly any less dejecting, nor did it benefit anyone in the slightest. In fact, the man had never once voiced to anyone what he had been through or what his history had consisted of. Tobias knew the extent of his life for so long if only for having experienced it himself for but a few months. In fact, it wasn't until Raven asked spoke his own name that his attention resettled upon the trio.

A small shrug crossed the man's shoulders as he slowly rose from that comfortable position upon the chair. Unlike the others, Tetradore hardly had the same anxiety that came with wanting to shift for the full moon. After all, for much of his own life he'd been confined to one singular form - denied that human skin altogether. "Yeah, that's fine. Come on." He agreed readily enough as he led the way towards the opening of the ship and the beach that awaited them beyond.

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