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

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.


He should have known. He should have known that Tobias was most certainly not going to play by the rules Raven had set out. He would find some loophole somewhere, something she hadn't laid out. After all, candy was involved and with candy and competition came a certain sort of ruthless game that both men excelled at. What Tetradore didn't expect, however, were nerf bullets to the face. They hadn't hurt, not really. It had been more of that sheer suprirse that had prompted him to throw up his arm in a wholly defensive fashion, even though he could feel the weight of Tobias' hand in his bucket. He hardly hesitated to chase the boy the very moment that foam projectile assault ceased, those cursed words on his lips as he all but chased after the lanky man that all but flew away from him. The very moment he got into that large room, he was presented with little else but Raven and yet, he knew Tobias had come through there. He had to! His emerald eyes turned sharply towards Raven, quite near demanding from the woman where Tobias went only to be gestured towards the kitchen.

The Alpha was more than willing to indulge in that game as he stalked after his childhood friend, those feet moving with a predatory quietness as he reached for those eggs, taking several into his hands. That soft utterance of Tobias' name seemed to near immediately pull at the boy's attention before those colored eggs were chucked at his head. The hard-boiled egg struck his shoulder, bouncing in a way that truly, a hard-boiled egg only could. Another was hurled purposefully at him, causing the boy to put some distance between himself and that bucket Tetradore desired in return. Tobias seemed to already put the pieces of the were-King's plan together, near scrambling for it in a race to see who could get there faster. That affinity for teleportation was, it would seem, his saving grace. It was only natural that a game Tobias started, would be one Tetradore finished, taking those antics up even further as he scooped the whole bucket into his arms. That sudden declaration that he was cheating only prompted a roguish grin from his features as those shadows took him again, just inches away from the boy's ready lunge.

He knew well that the game was now on, not that Raven had provided them with many rules, to begin with. Tetradore had but a few moments as he appeared outside of the kitchen with both colored buckets in town. He could quite near hear the padding of those feet slamming against the tile behind him. A singular backward glance was given before the man called those shadows to him all over again. Though Tetradore might not have been able to outrun Tobias in an outright dash, that teleportation would keep the deviant on his toes. He hardly anticipated that the boy might have become accustomed enough with his affinity to anticipate the very place that he might reappear, the were-King hardly had a moment to orientate himself before he was collided into with such force that he went toppling to the ground, sending candy in his wake. Tobias' figure was far slender then his own, the boy's weight hardly enough to keep him on the ground an yet, Tetradore was desperate in his attempts to keep Tobias off of his candy. "TOBIAS! Jesus Christ, get the fuck off of me!" He half shouted, his arm quite near flailing in his efforts to free himself of the clinging man. That very bucket was cast wildly in his flailing efforts, those eggs falling out in the process till that bucket was flung, quite accidentally, from his fingers, landing but mere inches shy of Raven. All those eggs they had collected, all that effort that they had put into that hunt now lay strewn around them in colorful bits of plastic. That game surely had gotten wildly out of control.

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