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 October 30, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Those emerald eyes glowed with an ethereal sort of luminosity as he drew the young man apart from that feral side that so threatened to undo him. Pulling the man from the depths of that chaos within his mind was far easier this time then it had the last, Henry's consciousness so easily reacting to his presence, that ebony figure before him relaxed but mere moments later, offering some hint to the mental state of his Vector. It was the sound of that voice within his own thoughts that caused his chiseled cranium to nodd, that affinity that he had come to rely upon quite near vanishing with the assurance that it was no longer needed. He watched as Henry turned away from him, his own paws slowly following that gangly man. The Alpha was entirely content to simply watch that small mismatch group that made up his pack, his gaze fluttered from the fleeting form of Henry to that near snickering hissing sound of his closest companion. Those broken words prompted little more then a loud huff from his nose, that show of amusement far more reserved than Tobias' own. His own thoughts were briefly returned to the spotted leopard alone. "He does, you'll have to teach him how to do it.". At the very least, perhaps it might provide the pair a point to bond over. Tobias did greatly enjoy being the one to teach another, in his own warped way.

Tetradore watched as Tobias shifted from Raven's side, clearly intending to bother their newest member whom seemed all but content to be apart of this outing as little as possible. The panther hardly took offense to that offstandish demeanor. After all, he knew well the thoughts that plagued his vector, ones that he certainly had played his own hand in bringing to fruition. His own thoughts, in that moment, were wholly distracted as he simply watched his Vector, the man all too easily capable of getting lost down those many avenues of 'what if's'. He was almost unaware of that shift that had overcome the wolverine, at least, until her skull bumped against his shoulder, drawing the Alpha back to the present. Those emerald eyes flickered towards her, that simple affinity he had for each of his pack members informing him well that somthing was up. His attention remained dutiful upon her, the man simply reaching out for that bond between them to fill her very thoughts with a simple wordless presence that could only be described as him. He could feel that consciousness that was her other half near retreat at that simple presence of his own authority, that sudden wag of her tail quite near telling him as much.

The feline remained standing where he was, watching the woman as she moved down the beach to join her mate. A soft exhale left his lips. As much as he hated to admit it, this was still a precarious situation, that simple exchange between himself and the young woman told him as much. The man slowly continued shifted towards the small congregation, his thoughts reaching out for his Beta, entirely intent to keep that conversation between the two of them. "Keep an eye on Raven tonight." That request was simple, the were-King wholly depending upon his spotted companion to take up that position of authority within that pack. Even so, Tetradore gave little indication of that conversation between the pair. Rather, a singular large paw rose to bat at his Vector's head, fully intending to knock the fellow off balance. Though the gesture was certainly far more playful, the intent was clear. Tonight, Henry certainly would not escape for that somber wallowing.

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