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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

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Posted on March 23, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Tetradore was, admittedly, hardly surprised to find Alexis curled up within the warm embrace of that armchair. He'd known, to some extent, that Raven and Alexis had a deep interest within books, prompting the investment of a library that had all but been in shambles before Tetradore had taken over the Ark. Admittedly, he'd never once stepped into the depths of that room he'd given the women to transform as they saw fit and yet, by the number of volumes he'd seen within their hands, he could only assume it had turned into a proper library. His emerald eyes watched as the very sound of his knock prompted Alexis to place her bookmark in the very spine of that novel upon her lap, only for her gaze to raise to him. That blatant look of astonishment upon her fair features prompted a small touch of a simper and yet, Tetradore could not help that very hint of guilt that also plagued him. He knew just how...inattentive he had been to the young woman. She was hardly plagued with that incessant need to feel like she belonged like Raven or required the hand holding of Henry. Alexis was near effortlessly confident in all that she did, it was a trait he admittedly appreciated and yet, as a very by-product, Tetradore so often gave less of his attention to the young woman in turn. It was, partially, exactly what he desired to remedy today, even if his own initial reasons were perhaps far more selfish.

That warm simper immediately crossed the young woman's features, however, as her shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. Really, he would much rather be nestled in an armchair and yet, the rest of the world surely awaited them. His gaze shifted briefly towards the window, Alexis' own gaze following his until the Were-King inquired after the woman's inclination to join him on an...adventure, of sorts, if it could even be called that. His emerald irises fluttered back towards the young woman as she closed her book, placing it on the end table beside her. He could tell that very glimpse was almost...inquisitive, as if there were a multitude of questions that crossed her mind, all of them going entirely unvoiced. That small shrug caused his eyebrow to raise and yet, Tetradore was hardly one to question it, not when he so near required her. He watched as she stretched, only to rise from the depths of that armchair. Slowly, Tetradore moved from that very door frame he was leaning upon as she nodded towards the hallway. He hadn't, admittedly, contemplated food just yet, though now that the thought crossed his mind, lunch sounded particularly appetizing. "Hm...perhaps after our....adventure? A victory lunch?" He inquired, glancing over his shoulder at her as Tetradore led his way towards the garage downstairs. After all, if they were going into town, walking seemed...like far too much effort.

It was that silver Saleen he chose for the day, the key fob easily beeping in his hand, resulting in the vehicle's headlights flashing to life. "Get in." He commented, gesturing lightly to the passenger side of the door as Tetradore himself maneuvered towards the driver's side. Those sports cars were, admittedly, one of the very few joys that Tetradore took in life, the man inclined to take those vehicles out at every chance he got. He all but fell into that driver's seat, sticking his key into the ignition only to feel the very purr of the vehicle beneath him. A small simper of satisfaction crossed his lips as his gaze turned towards Alexis, watching to ensure she was comfortably within the car before he coaxed the vehicle out onto the docks of the West. Tetradore maneuvered the vehicle was ease through the labyrinth of cargo shipments and warehouses, the Alpha hardly coaxing the engine to its full capability. Rather, he stopped quite abruptly, the vehicle tucked along the side of a large stack of metal crates. "We're here..." He commented, putting that vehicle in park before pulling out the key. Tetradore leaned back within his seat, only to nodd briefly down that 'hallway' of sorts made by those towering stacks of crates. "See that warehouse down there?" He inquired, glancing briefly towards Alexis. "One of our shipments got confiscated by the Dark Hunter Council, most of it was just electrical parts...." Tetradore commented, quite visibly waving it off as if that lost shipment was hardly a concern, "However...there is one box we need to get back without being noticed by the Dark Hunters. I can't teleport in there because I have no idea the placement of...anything in there. So...what do you think, Alexis? Are you up to helping me steal back something that's ours, to begin with?" He inquired, his head tipping ever so slightly with a small impish twitch to his lips.

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