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 May 20, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for


The were-King was wholly oblivious to the way Malia's eyes settled on his form, his attention was so wholly focused upon the fight below that it wasn't until the woman spoke that he noticed her presence. It wasn't particularly peculiar, after all, for his domain to be filled with strangers. His instincts simply failed to denote the young woman as any threat to his immediate person. His emerald gaze turned towards her as she declared the need for Tetradore to rise...to steal a painting. It was only natural, for those words to immediately catch his attention and yet, the man regarded her with little more than a baffled glimpse upon his features. That grin abruptly brightened her features, the woman well aware of what she was offering him. His head tilted to the side as he regarded her and yet, Tetradore almost found himself speechless. It was rare, after all, that someone went out of their way to help him achieve that which he truly desired. Enough so that it caught the man entirely off guard. He was unaware, truly, of how his arms folded across his chest helped to accentuate those very muscles she so eyed. Rather, it was that flick across her lips that caused his eyebrows to furrow.

Slowly, his gaze trailed down her figure settling upon her hips and the very fashion those jeans seemed to so tightly grip them. It was clear that Malia had become accustomed to those clothes. Frankly, given the tightness of them, Tetradore would hardly be surprised if it was with his own sibling's assistance. His emerald gaze fluttered back up towards the young woman as she cleared her throat, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at that faux expression of tranquility upon the young woman's features. His vibrant gaze slowly shifted downwards at her mention of a shirt, much less something to cover the painting he had intended to steal. "I was going to jut teleport it out." He muttered with a grumble and yet, the man turned to comply with her demands all the same. Tetradore hardly bothered to glance behind him to see if she was following him back into that hallway that led to his own suite. After all, it hardly mattered either way if she trailed after him or waited for his return. He tossed open the door of his bedroom, easily padding into the room and towards the large dresser against the wall.

He fished through the drawers, pulling a plain ebony shirt from the depths of it. It hardly took much effort to pull that cotton material over his fit frame. The man turned from his dresser, his gaze swept over his room in search for that covering that Malia had demanded of him. It took him a moment before he approached his bed, pulling one of the extra top blankets from his bed. The material was fuzzy enough to provide a protective covering for the face of the painting. He folded that blanket over his arm, assured that this was good enough only to turn and head back towards that very platform Malia had originally found him at. Regardless of weather or not she accompanied him to his room, it was only now that Tetradore's baritone voice spoke. "It's in the Northside. It's a bit of a walk." The were-king informed her and yet, Tetradore hardly minded the time alone with the girl, peculiarly.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me

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