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 April 01, 2018 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.


His arms crossed over his chest as Tetradore's emerald eyes stared at the man across from him. His own affinity for fear had coaxed a palpable level of anxiety within the fellow, that smell alone near poignant as that sweat poured in beads down the man's forehead. It was in moments such as this that the were-King was the very epitome of that cold-hearted man Risque had so molded him to be. Those apologies fell upon deaf ears, they, after all, would not return the money stolen from him, nor the products that had already been resold. Tetradore had no use for such lack of loyalty among that band of smugglers he headed. He felt that brush of Tobias' shoulder against his leg, his emerald eyes fluttered downwards towards the feline only to dart back upwards to the man he faced as the fellow uttered again those promises of that stealing never happening again. "That doesn't replace what you've already taken from me." The were-King retorted, that irritation quite clear within the depths of his baritone lyrics. He watched the man pale at the realization that Tetradore hardly intended to leave empty handed, in one fashion or another. It was only once the were-King had been promised at least a margin of all he had lost that he finally dismissed them, that flick of his wrist saw even Tobias scurry to his side.

That chuff that left his companion's lips drew his gaze down towards the spotted cat, that unspoken inquiry was well understood. His gaze shifted briefly towards the backs of those retreating men, only for the were-King to offer his companion a near subtle nod. That roar that echoed within that empty warehouse only seemed magnified by the space surrounding them, the sound alone near immediately pulled at the attention of Tetradore's own employees. He watched as the feline rushed forward in a clear attempt to chase, the sight alone prompted screaming as those men all but broke out in a dead dash for some perceived safety from the feline. He hardly had to wait long, however, before the figure of that spotted feline came loping back into that warehouse, only for that shift to change from leopard to man. That snickering laughter drew his attention back towards the leopard, that snickering laughter caused the corner of his own lips to twitch upwards ever so slightly. "I heard." He responded with a soft chuckle as Tobias saw to those clothes that had previously been abandoned on the floor.

He waited until the lanky deviant had dressed before the were-King turned to led the way towards that bright blue Lamborghini. Tetradore slid into his own seat, that key easily found the ignition as that sports car roared to life beneath his hands. A small quirk of his lip was all that was given as the boy beside him so attempted to mimic the purring noise of that vehicle. He begin to back that car out onto the road, his attention deviated only by that sound of his friend's voice. "Hopefully not," He assured his companion as the vehicle made that short trek down to the looming figure of the cargo ship in the distance. It hardly took long before the pair were pulling that blue sports car into the garage. Tetradore stepped from that vehicle, a small shrug upon his shoulders at that inquiry and yet, any further words he might have spoken on the topic were cut off short by the sudden presence of Tobias' fiance. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly in surprise at that sudden declaration that, this year, they were going to celebrate that Easter holiday.

His emerald eyes glanced towards his companion before another shrug crossed his shoulders, the were-King entirely content to simply follow the bouncing young woman into the kitchen. His gaze shifted over those mugs on the counter, those emerald eyes taking in the sight of that dyed water. It had been so long since Tetradore had partaken in those festivities. In fact, the last time he could remember dying Easter Eggs had been with his mother, all those years ago. He doubted even Tobias did not remember that bright Sunday morning when the two boys and Nadya had crowded around that kitchen dunking those eggs with his parent's overseeing the decidedly messy activity. A small frown marred his features at that memory, those thoughts interrupted only by that hard boiled egg handed to him. He glanced over those colors before him, only to delicately place his own egg in that blue colored mug. He poked at the edge of that egg, moving it about gently in that mug with the end of his own egg circle, only to find Tobias' tool held out to him.

A soft sigh settled on his lips as he took that offered too, the were-King worked to fish that egg from the red dye, only to present that now colored egg to the boy. He shifted back towards his own quickly darkening blue egg and yet, before he was able to fish his own egg from the depths of that dye, that abrupt movement at his side stole his attention. "Tobias." His voice quite near resembled that feline growl within that moment, that authority quite clear within his tone. "Spit it out." Wrestling food away from the man was nothing shy of a challenge, the man hardly astonished by that near rebellious gaze that he was offered. Tetradore evenly met his best friend's gaze, at least until that egg was spot back out onto the counter tops. He could hardly help that roll of his eyes before Tetradore turned his attention back to his egg, plucking it from the depths of that blue dye, the amount of time that egg had spent within that water was enough to turn it a blue so vibrant that it almost matched his own vehicle. For a moment, he eyed that egg, entirely pleased with just that color alone. "What happened to the glitter? Do they not have that anymore?" He spoke, his gaze turned expectantly towards Raven. Oh yes, he remembered well the mess he'd made with that sparkly dust in his youth. Apparently some eggs needed to be re-made.

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