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 June 14, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Tetradore was hardly inattentive to the tension that existed between himself and the young woman across from him. They had, admittedly, started off on ill footing in the near dismissive manner she had once unknowingly regarded him. Since then, however, in the months that had followed, Carolina had found her place amongst the pack and his staff, the young woman never once again making any attempt again to question his own authority within the Ark and, in turn, Tetradore's disgruntlement had subsided. Now, however, his once intimidating demeanor had twisted into a glimpse of inquisitiveness. There were, after all, precious few within the Ark that had not thrown their allegiance to the pack, many of the staff simply choosing to live upon the boat themselves and, in turn, Carolina was something of an enigma. Nevertheless, Tetradore hardly hesitated to slide that white paper bag across the bar top towards her, the Alpha offering her those purchased sweets with the promise that she'd help him hide them from his own Beta and, thus, her own superior. He watched with a hint of a rare simper upon his features as she pulled out one of those still warm cookies, the delectable treat nibbled upon with clear delight as even she admitted that very few problems could not be solved with the perfect application of chocolate chips. A grin crossed his lips and yet, he could certainly not deny that it was a philosophy Tetradore himself frequently abided by.

Unfortunately, such a viewpoint on the importance of sweet chocolate morsels left the man often at a loss on how to keep them from being devoured quite before he was ready. His own plan to attach a waterproof safe to an anchor was, admittedly, overkill even for the Were-King himself. He was equally as unlikely to fetch such treats from the bottom of the ocean as he feared Tobias would be. Carolina, it seemed, shared the same sentiment. "Honestly, if I did that it'd probably be too much work to ever retrieve them." Tetradore lamented with a sigh. That plan was...sadly, too effective. Tetradore reached out for the bag of cookies, the man unable to simply sit by and watch as she consumed one of those treats. He plucked from its depths a cookie of his own as he leaned back into his seat, letting the conversation change with distinct ease towards Carolina herself and how she was fairing with her new job in the rowdy Ark. Tetradore himself knew first hand just how daunting the ship could be, the sheer amount of anticipation that filled the air the at nights when the testosterone ran rampant with the need to dominant in ways the were community alone so understood. Tetradore's own usurping had not gone without it's...difficulties in transitioning, the first month a veritable mess and yet, how far they had come since then. A small simper crossed his features as Carolina herself made the very same observation, prompting a small nod from the Were-King. "Yes, I suppose we have." He commented softly.

The abruptness of those genuine words caught Tetradore off guard, that gratitude hardly anticipated from the girl and yet, even he was will to admit, to himself, that it was appreciated. He was silent for a moment, however, contemplating that very theft that had originally brought her to the Ark's door all those years ago and what it too could mean for her long-term future within his cargo ship. Slowly, Tetradore leaned back within his seat in an altogether placid manner, the man briefly accepting her gratefulness, only to inquire in the next breath after that very event that he had been told so striking little about. He watched as her gaze turned upwards towards the balcony overhead, that soft sigh upon her lips caused his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly and yet, he remained silent as Carolina seemed to consider the words she offered him. Tetradore's head bobbed in understanding as the girl reached up to her own neck, her explanation, however, seemed to prompt another glimpse of consideration from the Were-King. Although he and the Southern Alpha were no longer at odds with one another, Tetradore could hardly stop his own inquisitiveness. "Do you know why he wanted it?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowing in thought before a second question left his lips, the man nothing if not terribly forthcoming, particularly when it came to where the loyalties of his staff lay. "Have you seen him again, since you returned? Frost, I mean."

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