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 August 11, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

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


A soft chuckle reverberated upon the were-King's lips at Malia's comment upon that French expression. Though she seemed not to fully understand exactly what it meant, he supposed her blunt declaration was close enough. He watched as her eyes widened before the young woman inquired after Tobias and Raven's capability to have children. A small frown crossed his lips as the were-King attempted to recall what little he knew upon the topic. "I don't think there's any way to tell for sure. It would be up to genetics to decide, just as they would decide the child's gender." A small shrug crossed his shoulders. After all, he'd never known a wolf and feline to mate before, not enough to know for certain which trait was more dominant. Rather than dwell upon that which he knew so little of, however, the were-King was content to fulfill her second request, those Spanish words falling from his lips with far greater ease. An almost amused simper crossed his features as she attempted to guess that sentence. She caught on to far more than he anticipated and yet, Tetradore shook his head ever so slightly. His admittance that she had gotten at least part of it right, however, seemed to please her, only to inquire after which part. "The part where you're beautiful." He commented, easily enough, his emerald eyes briefly shifted away from her, following that path towards the North and the painting that rest there, ready for his taking.

He was hardly oblivious to the silence that seemed to fall between them, much less the way Malia seemed to be lost within her own thoughts, even though her gaze seemed to remain settled upon him. Tetradore's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he inquired what it was that so preoccupied her. That abrupt smile he was given only seemed to further baffle the man and yet, his shoulders lifted in another shrug. "I wouldn't know. I'm sure it'd feel nice though." The were-King responded, even though he never anticipated to ever feel that very emotion that Malia seemed to daydream about. It must be nice. His thoughts hardly lingered upon such a thing he could never have, however, instead letting that conversation easily drift to the things that Malia had been occupying herself with and that upcoming car show that Tetradore himself intended to attend, and possibly steal from. Since Malia seemed so disappointed of that theft already having a wingman, it was only natural to offer her a chance to ride in the vehicle, much less to race in it with him. Truthfully, he was almost insulted she regarded his driving skills with such dubiousness, only to declare she wanted proof! A huff left his lips, "Fine, I will!" He retorted, fully intending to show her just what he was capable of.

Soon enough, however, the pair found themselves in front of that very home that held his greatly desired painting. He'd remembered that dog particularly well from the night he'd ran into Malia here, the woman had all but destroyed his attempts at theft that evening. Now, however, the canine was nowhere in sight. Admittedly, Tetradore hardly had much of a plan to acquire the painting he sought, particularly considering he hadn't planned on going after it tonight, to begin with. That vague, loose declaration that they just needed to get past the dog and fetch the painting seemed straightforward enough, even if Malia regarded him with a sardonic grumble. "I'm game for any idea you have." He responded, even as he threaded his fingers together to make a small platform for Malia's foot. It was easy to lift her up and over the fence, only for Tetradore to follow suit as he pulled himself up and over, landing with a muffled thud next to her. His gaze quickly swept over that same evidence that Malia herself had noticed, only for his head to bob in agreement with her assessment. "Let's enter in the kitchen then, maybe raid the fridge or pantry for food or something and just....hope the dog is more loyal to its stomach then to its territory." It wasn't the best plan he'd ever made but....it sounded feasible enough. He led the way to one side of the home, his previous attempts at stealing the artwork had given him a good enough idea of the layout of the house. Tetradore paused at the back door, glancing through the glass panes only to briefly glance back at the woman. "Teleport in there?" He inquired, gesturing inside. After all, she was the one who had banned him from utilizing that skill, still, surely she could see the sense in not breaking the window to gain entry. That would gain the dog's attention way too fast.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me

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