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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Leave your weapon on the table;


Posted on April 19, 2019 by Mira Ramos
West

We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;


Mira was having quite the debacle, staring down the liquor bottles with a studious golden gaze, they had seemed to have found themselves in a random order that she felt the need to rearrange. It would seem that she felt the need to cure the bottles of their disorderly positioning. Her diligent hands work with purpose lightly caressing across their smooth surfaces, making sure those labels faced outward and far more user friendly to scan when quickly reaching for multiple bottles. They were missing a bottle too, of top shelf tequila. She remembered she had seen it last night, hm. Those astute golden eyes seem to scan the bar with a precision, her mind far too preoccupied with this potential theft that the she-wolf was hardly aware of the impending approach of the western king, nor the intent he possessed to find her.

That soft utterance of her name as her swiftly pivoting to face that familiar voice, that perplexed frown still kissing her features from the previous dilemma, the case of the missing bottle of tequila. She would get to the bottom of this, she was sure of it. But when those vivacious golden eyes rest upon Tetradore, she could hardly help the way her frown melts away and he is met with a curious smirk, moving easily toward where he leaned against. Tetradroe has been missing in action lately, she had noticed, it was impossible not to. There was an intrinsic inquisitiveness that lingered within the woman as to where he went to for days on end, truly it really wasn't her business, she needed to remind herself time and time again. "Heey Tetra. I knew you couldn't stay away too long from my impressive drink concocting skills. Which one did it? Although, I think I might have something you might like." She teases easily, her mind immediately thinking of a dark and stormy, however, he hardly looked his usual broody darkness. A clear look of amusement danced within the golden pools of her eyes that matched the lyrics of her voice meant only for his own ears. Even if it were damn impossible with other were's lurking about.

Clearly, drinking was not his plan, for tonight, she peered at him with an interest at the vagueness of his very words. She leans across that bar casually, if his intentions were to make her mind wander and incite that curiosity. It was working. He had to be privy of it, there was something locked away in those vibrant emerald eyes that locked away countless secrets. She could hardly help allowing her mind slight wander with the double of entendre to those specified words her uttered. It was unsure if he had meant it or not, his expression remaining impressively unreadable, although she highly doubted she could maintain the same level of stoicism. She looked back, watching the bustling staff clearly trying to mind their own business. A singular brow rose as this new potential he presented her with. Whatever it was, Tetradore was certainly not one to disappoint. "Sounds important. I'm in, as always. Besides, I think they can survive without me tonight. Tell me it's going to good, I've got my ass kicking shoes on." Mira admitted with a grin. She wondered if he would elaborate on that obscurity, even a little bit of a hint. Considering his lack of details suggested that maybe this had to do with another one of his dealings. Whatever it was, it sounded important, even if he alluded to absolutely nothing of the nature of this matter that needed her attention. Regardless, she would play along with this little charade.

Thankfully, the new recruit seemed to take to the bar easily, a real natural and had way more patience with the sleazy drunks than herself. She had little tolerance for those drunken come ons. As far as Mira was concerned, the new girl was a blessing in disguise. One that would apparently be taken full advantage of tonight. Suddenly, he produced a bag that she hadn't seen him carrying. He slid it across the vanished wood surface toward her, her gaze drifting toward the neat, well presented gift bag. It looked professionally wrapped. This seemed to clearly bewilder the she-wolf as she peered down at the bag and then back toward Tetradore. This little gift baggy felt hardly inconspicuous, like they had been. Discreetly flirting and stealing moments away when no one was watching. It hardly seemed enough to warrant a gift.

Mira unwrapped that gift with a deftness, truly completely surprised at what she would find there. She easily tossed aside that paper, there was a bit of heft to the bag which only prompted more mystery to the contents within it. Reaching in the depths of the professionally wrapped gift bag she felt around the bottom, her hand brushing against leather appreciatively. Curiously, she pulled out a leather jacket, that hide supple and of high quality. Genuine excitement flashes behind the molten eyes. "No you didn't. I love it! My old one was looking a little sad." She reached into the arm, to shrug it onto her shoulders not taking any time to try on that jacket. The smell of fresh leather filling her nostrils, the inside of the jacket felt cool and luxurious against her flesh. It fit like a glove. It amused her that he was able to determine her size. She zipped it up smoothly, it hugged her body like it was made for her. She had to say she was impressed. Running her hands down the waist, enjoying the feel of the texture beneath her fingertips, looking down before those golden eyes elevated to meet his.

"Damn and you have good taste." She spun around to allow him to see that fitted badass jacket upon her. "Thank you." She spoke the words with a genuine gleam, she meant it, the she-wolf seemed to wear it with distinct pride. She perked up suddenly, grabbing that gift wrapped and gift bag before turning on her heels, quickly saying a few words to the other woman behind the bar. Quickly, she slid around that bar ending up by Tetradore's side, feeling the urge to wrap her arms around him just yet. Instead she brushes against him, nearly affection, flirting with the boundaries they toyed with.

"So what's the occasion? Does this by any chance have anything to do with this... covert something that needs my attention." She leans in to utter those hushed words to him and him alone, that excitement and mischief dancing within her words.


I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS




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