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.

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 June 14, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
You can't see but I've become a monstrosity


The Were-King leaned lackadaisically against the door frame of Mira's bedroom, his knuckles lightly wrapping against the solid oak door. He hardly had to wait long before the door swung inwards, revealing the petite figure of the young fae girl that had taken a particular liking to visiting the Ark. A small simper crossed his features at the sight of the small child, her hair neatly curled around her porcelain features. It was the presence of a small ebony stone in her otherwise platinum hair, however, that stole the Alpha's attention - that stone was one he'd recognize anywhere, especially after seeing first hand the very substance that had resulted in that nearly delicate looking stone. Lava. His striking emerald eyes turned upwards towards the were-wolf that stood further within the depths of the bedroom, his gaze briefly meeting the bright golden hue of Mira's own amused irises before the sound of Maeve's voice pulled his attention back towards the young fae girl. "Thank you." He murmured softly, before offering the young woman a compliment in return, "You look lovely, Maeve." He watched as the girl offered him a small curtsy only to look up at him with those light amethyst eyes. Tetradore's head bobbed ever so slightly in response to her question, the man more than content to let the child lead the way back down those stairs and towards the hull of the Ark.

It was already beginning to get late, the bar surely going to open in the next hour. Already, Tetradore could feel the anticipation within the air as his staff hurried about with their last-minute tasks. Briefly, his vivid irises glanced over his establishment, ensuring everything seemed as it should before his attention returned to the fae child at the sound of her melodic voice. His eyebrows furrowed together ever so slightly in consideration and yet, truthfully, he had scarcely an idea of where the pair might dine for the evening. During his youth, Tetradore had never truly dined out, and as an adult, the staff at the Ark often saw to the majority of the meals from the pack. Those moments in which he ventured from the cargo ship in search of food a true rarity. "Uh...I guess we could go back to Red on the Water..." He commented, the tavern the only true place he knew of to have that dish they both enjoyed, though even it paled in comparison to pasta his own faux-father had made him countless times before. "This way, Maeve." He gestured lightly away from the exit of the Ark, the man hardly desiring to walk all the way to the East side in those dressier shoes when there were a plethora of sports cars at his disposal. He maneuvered easily down those hallways towards the garage he spent a large part of his free time within - the lights still on from the hour before. Tetradore ensured Maeve was behind him as he pulled a key off the corkboard on the wall, selecting a car with remarkable ease.

His finger lightly pressed against the key fob, the McLaren's headlights flashing to life. The Were-King led her towards the vehicle, opening up the passenger side door for the young girl to slide into the luxurious leather seats. It was only once she was inside that Tetradore closed the door behind her, moving easily to the driver's side to fall into the embrace of the vehicle. "Seatbelt." He said simply to the child, even though he suspected Maeve largely was aware of such basic safety rules. His key effortlessly slid into the ignition, the engine turning over with a roar as the vehicle rumbled to life beneath his fingertips. The city, after all, awaited them, even if Tetradore himself had scarcely an idea of what to do with Maeve's birthday dinner.

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