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 02, 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.


Tetradore was oblivious, truly, to just how much of an enigma the were-King seemed to be to the populace at large. It was true that the man tended to keep to himself, much less that he had a habit of fostering that very reputation of fear he invoked in others. At the very least, it kept his operation running smoothly. Unlike most of his species, Tetradore was hardly the gossiping type. Oh no, he was far more inclined to keep those thoughts to himself, even with his own pack. Breaking through those mile high walls that surrounded the feline was quite a feit, one that would not be easily done through liquor and a game. Still, perhaps it was that very fact that made him all the more willing to participate in that drinking activity - that and the beverage itself. It seemed his latest admittance of never stepping foot within a grocery store was all but baffling and yet, truly, it wasn't as if he had ever had a need to. During his youth, he had spent time with aunts and uncles rather then visit that awful store, and then there was the whole life as a pet thing and now Tetradore merely paid others for that task he himself could not be bothered to do.

He watched as the young woman's lips parted to offer the next move in that game, only for the sound of the buzzer to interrupt her. His own emerald eyes immediately turned towards the oven as he watched the young woman stumble towards it, hitting the source of that aggravatingly persistent sound only to shut it off entirely. Thank God. Tetradore could hardly help the fashion in which he licked his lips as the young woman made her way towards that icing that he so intensely desired. That inquiry of weather or not they could eat cake, however, was met with a small shake of her head and a rather stern 'no'. Tetradore could hardly help that sigh upon his lips as he watched the woman with her spatula in hand. The icing that coated that plastic was all but tantalizing to the were. God, this was so unfair. Thankfully, she was willing to let him eat that cake...only after she had been given a candle. For a moment he considered that request only to nod after a long moment. He supposed it seemed fair...sort of.

Tetradore slid off of that counter, the were-King hunted through those drawers, pulling out each one only to rifle through it with little success. In fact, six of the drawers in the kitchen were left open until the man managed to find exactly what he was looking for. It wasn't exactly the sort of candle she desired, the candle in the shape of a number '2' but hey...it worked right? He placed that candle upon the top of that now iced cake, the man lighting it but moments after with the lighter he found in the same drawer. He watched her for a moment as she, in turn, stared at that candle. "Happy Birthday?" He uttered in an almost questioning tone, as if that alone would prompt her to blow out the candle. Thankfully, he hardly had to wait much longer before that wish was made and, in turn, a fork was handed to him. A grin crossed his features as Tetradore shoved his fork into a corner of the cake, only to put that treasured piece within his mouth. Oh, God, yes! The taste was delicious, the flavor of chocolate was intense, the icing.....oh the icing! "Mmmm." He could hardly help that sound from his lips, his emerald eyes turned upwards towards her as she leaned onto the counter top. "I can't say your wrong." Tetradore responded, sticking his fork into another bit of that cake. Oh yes, he was going to eat as much of this as he could before Tobias found it. It was almost way too good to share. Maybe it was the liquor? Or the liquor in the frosting? Either way, he was almost inclined to say it was better than what Raven made.

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