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 July 25, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

It was early. Rather, it was earlier than Tetradore wanted to be awake. The sun that streamed through his window from the curtains hurt his tired eyes. It would have been so tempting to simply roll back over and fall back to sleep - if it wasn't for the irritatingly loud blaring of an alarm he'd set on his phone the evening prior. The little device's noise, combined with the vibration of it against the wood of his dresser, caused a frown to mar his features. God, it was tempting to throw his pillow at the thing in the hopes that it would shut up without requiring any movement from him. It was with a disgruntled sigh that Tetradore pulled himself from the warmth of those navy sheets, all the while cursing himself for his foresight the night before. That phone, for all its loud buzzing and irritating sounds, had been purposefully placed halfway across the room with the very intention to prompt him out of bed, knowing he wouldn't want to. Tetradore pause at his dresser, his finger flicking across the phone to silence the infernal device only for those bright emerald eyes to land upon that basket of muffins that awaited him, the same way they did nearly every morning. Although the were-King would have preferred to be asleep much longer, it seemed that his little daily muffin visitor had already come and gone. How that girl got up so early in the morning was beyond him.

He peeled back that muffin paper, biting into that banana nut while he sorted through his dresser, tossing on a plain black t-shirt. After all, clothing was hardly necessary when he was about to shift in a few minutes. It was more of a formality, really. That gentle knock upon his door caused his emerald eyes to shift, his voice muffled through that solid oak door. He glanced upwards as Henry stepped into the room, that nervousness altogether blatant upon the boy's frame, much less within his voice. Tetradore picked up that muffin, crossing the room only to pause and place his free hand on Henry's shoulder. "Everything's going to be fine, Henry. I won't let anything happen to him." Tetradore uttered in an effort to reassure his Vector. That moment, however, was wholly fleeting before he took another bite into his muffin, leading the way from his bedroom and down the hallway towards that main fighting ring. His gaze skirted inquisitively over the man waiting there for them, settled on one of the bar stools. So this was the mysterious Sterling he'd heard so much about. "Hey. I've heard a lot about you, Sterling. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He commented briefly towards the man, hardly bothering to wait for any sort of introduction before his attention turned back towards Henry. "Will Raven be joining us this morning? God knows she's probably awake already. Girl never fucking sleeps."
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