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 August 28, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Tetradore could see that glimpse of hesitance that radiated within the depths of Alexis' chocolate-colored irises. The cell phone nestled within his hand seemed all but foreign to the young girl and briefly, the Were-King was left to wonder on the sheer number of things that Alexis too had gone without during her own life. Perhaps he should have the pack as a whole make a list of all the things they'd never gotten to do before - things they wanted to see and experience. It was an idea, one the potently toyed at his thoughts as his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug at her admittance that she'd never before used such a device. His own fingers moved deftly across the screen as he demonstrated exactly how to take a picture with the small black device. Alexis was, admittedly, a far more adept learner then Tobias, hesitant though she was. The girl was nothing short of attentive and really, it was endearing the awe in which she seemed to find that cellular device. That very gasp prompted a small, rare hint of a simper upon his lips as Tetradore returned the cell phone to her, letting her mimic the exact set of steps that he had only just shown her. It took her several attempts before she was able to successfully take her very first photo - and even more, before she seemed comfortable enough to set out on that task he'd given her. Tetradore hardly minded, however, the Alpha more than capable of patience when he so desired of it, regardless of how much his camera roll consisted of Alexis' legs and the interior of his own sports car. Photos, after all, were never really his thing in the first place.

The emerald of his irises fluttered towards the woman as she finally voiced that she was prepared for that simple task. Slowly, Tetradore nodded before gesturing lightly to the warehouse in the distance. "Have at it. I'll be waiting for you here." He watched as she stepped out of the vehicle, her figure shifting from that petite woman to the silky small canine. Gingerly, Tetradore offered her the phone, letting the woman take it in her mouth before she bounded off towards the warehouse. It was with a soft sigh that the Were-King settled back into his own seat, his head leaning against the headrest behind him. This gold he'd strove to smuggle in was getting to be more trouble then it was worth and yet...their client had paid good money for it. Enough to warrant Tetradore's attention in particular when everything had seemingly gone south. He could only hope this wouldn't take long - the amount of Dark Hunters in the West made even him a touch jumpy. His fingers lightly drummed on the center console as his gaze fluttered back towards the warehouse though really, he hardly had to wait long before that small canine had slipped back out of the imposing building - the girl racing towards his sportscar. A small glimpse of anticipation crossed his features as he watched Alexis shift again - only to hand him the cellular device. Tetradore reached out for it, his fingers flicking across the screen to view the photo he'd asked for. "Perfect." He muttered in a small glimpse of approval.

It was only with photo in hand that the Were-King pulled himself from the depths of the car, only to move towards the trunk. Effortlessly he popped the trunk, pulling from the depths of the vehicle a black duffle bag. It's contents clanked as he tossed the bag over his shoulder. "Alexis." He commented, purposefully getting the girl's attention as he reached out for her hand. The Were-King twirled the woman into him until she was flush against the hard planes of his chest - his own affinity for teleportation flaring to life instantly. That darkness all but swallowed the pair, only to spit them out within the depths of that warehouse - exactly where Alexis had taken her photo. Tetradore released his hold upon the girl, the duffle bag on his shoulder fell to the floor as he bent down to pull out the zipper. The Were-King pulled out a crowbar, handing one to Alexis before plucking another for himself. "We'll have to open each one until we find it. They'll all be filled with useless shit - you know, electronics or....whatever. Just riffle through it and see if you feel anything that doesn't belong. The box we're looking for is dark green and about a foot long and...four inches high. Try not to break anything though." He mimicked those measurements with his hands as he spoke, the Alpha making certain Alexis knew what he was looking for. It was only after his description of that missing box that Tetradore moved to the first of the large wooden crates, the man jamming his crowbar in between the wooden edges only to pry off the very top of it. Those boxes of computer parts were met with a sigh as Tetradore began to loosely riffle through its contents, leaving Alexis to do the same with whichever crate she chose.

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