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 September 04, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Tetradore trailed down the gangplank of that large floating cargo ship, his gait entirely lackadaisical, lacking any sort of anxiety or restlessness at the prospect of the shift to come. His emerald green eyes trailed after his companion and Tobias near rushed forward the moment he was afforded the space to do so, the man leaping from that stone wall only to shift in mid-air, his body twisting and contorting, ripping those clothes to mere shreds before he landed in that spotted form of a feline. Raven's own body seemed to quiver in but moment's after, her form shedding that flesh with a sort of grace to be replaced with that ebony colored wolverine. He could feel the shift within them each, the way their bodies changed called to that feline within him and yet, that control the man had was near impenetrable. He watched as his closest companion near bowed before them, his mate quite quickly taking up that silent request of play as she kicked up sand in his direction before barking at him. The pair seemed entirely content to toy with one another, nipping and nibbling and pouncing and jumping with the sort of affection he imagined couples of their kind would have.

The were-King was hardly bothered by such playfulness between the pair, the man instead freely turning his attention to his own creation as he reached for his shirt, pulling off that layer of clothing so the cooling breeze nipped at his bare caramel skin. Modesty was not a trait Tetradore held, their kind almost forced to become comfortable not only with themselves without that protective layer of clothing but too with others. His gaze turned towards Henry and yet, he hardly seemed particularly interested in the man's own disrobing, merely watching in a patient sort of fashion so they might get on with that shift. With a small gesture of his head, the man wordlessly led his companion further down the beach, that sand squishing between his toes before he turned at an adequate distance away, facing Henry quite purposefully. "Close your eyes." He instructed following suit closely after. He'd never had to talk someone through a shift before. His own pack was used to the process and Nadya's children had been young enough that simply pulling them from their flesh enough times had prompted the pair to learn how to do it on their own. This was something else entirely.

"Deep breath....listen to the ocean...feel the sand under your feet..." It was in those moments that Tetradore quite purposefully reached out for that were that prowled beneath the skin of his creation, tugging lightly at it with an almost coaxing effort rather than forcing that shift as he had done before. He was attempting to get Henry to feel the feline under his skin, to become accustomed to the existence of those more feral needs without fully losing himself to the beast. Not yet. The man gave them a moment to simply feel each other out, himself simply expanding those senses, feeling that cat within him that was so utterly prepared. "Ready?" He inquired after several moments, waiting until Henry gave his okay before he near pulled that cat from Henry's body, himself shifting in the process far faster than his companion. The moment those ebony paws touched the sand, his thoughts were so purposefully directed towards Tobias alone. "Keep Raven busy for a bit." He quite near commanded of his companion, his own focus was solely dedicated to the man in front of him, those emerald eyes beginning to glow as he moved closer towards his Vector, fully prepared to bring the man to his senses if it was necessary.

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