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 April 24, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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His emerald eyes briefly fluttered towards the petite figure of Alexis, that nod of respect was returned with a small bob of his own as she entered the dining room. That small gathering, however, was relatively short lived as the rest of the Nightshade pack began to trickle into the room, small though they were. A soft grunt left the were-King's lips at his Vector's idle word of thanks at fetching dinner. He was altogether certain that if Raven was far more awake then she presently was, the young woman would have scolded them for the veritable feast that was laid out on that table and yet she seemed far more interested in her own drooping eyelids then anything else when she finally made her appearance. He could hardly blame her, tax season, after all always tended to be particularly tedious. Still, it was nice to have the entire pack there for dinner without bickering or argument. Those happy faces that surrounded the table made it feel like a family again, something that Tetradore hadn't experienced in a very, very, very long time. Even he could hardly help that soft simper upon his features as he scooped another spoonful of that fried rice within his mouth. His gaze lingered upon the two women as Raven quickly came to the realization of just whom was within that room, that greeting between the girls was just as joyous as he thought it would be.

Admittedly, Raven's connection with Alexis had been a major factor in his decision to finally provide the woman that offer to join their little pack. After all, it was no secret that Alexis and Raven harbored a close friendship and, frankly, Tetradore was certain the woman needed every friend she could get. Her eternal low self-esteem had prompted the Alpha's own efforts of late to diminish any reason she might have to think she meant less to that pack then she did. Even so, that soft snort from Tobias' nose drew Tetradore's attention towards his Beta. That suggestion that they certainly didn't need anymore women in their pack, however, brought a chuckle to his lips. "No more girls, got it." He reassured the lanky deviant, though weather or not he intended to follow that suggestion was another matter entirely. His gaze turned towards Alexis at the young woman's sudden announcement that Tobias surely got 'touchy-feely' sometimes. The idea of it made him eye the boy almost wearily and yet, he was sure that, behind closed doors, there did exist some level of tenderness. After all, the man had proposed, that in itself certainly indicate some level of...something. That sudden mention of 'bromance' however, caused a snort to leave his own nose. "He wouldn't know what bromance was if it hit him in the face." The were-King muttered, only for his features to contort into a frown as Alexis tossed one of those fried chicken feet in the air.

Tetradore could hardly help that look of slight disgust upon his features as Alexis declared that meal super delicious, his own thoughts on the matter were strikingly clear upon his usually apathetic features. Henry comment that it was nasty caused his head to bob in agreement. "Next time I'll tell them I want everything but....that." He declared, frowning at that container of feet as if that glare alone might somehow make them disappear. His head shook ever so slightly as his attention turned back towards that chicken on his place, the man only half paying attention as Raven slowly began to piece together those pieces of the pack's sudden growth. That sudden girlishness saw his eyebrow rise as he listened to that high pitched tone, his head shook ever so slightly. Girls were weird. Tetradore stabbed his fork into a piece of that pan fried chicken, only moments from putting it in his mouth when the sudden sensation of arms around him caused his precarious balance in that leaning chair to falter. It was a dangerous moment of potential catastrophe before Tetradore caught himself using the edge of the table, his emerald eyes somehow bigger in the wake of seeing life flash before them in that moment. "Uh, yeah, next time, maybe a little warning." The man commented aloud and yet, he too was hardly one for these...touchy feely things, particularly when there was food. Especially when there was food.

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