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

would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten & the damned?


Posted on August 30, 2019 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
West


Beneath that facade of everlasting optimism, Alexander knew well of the anguish and concern that afflicted the Frenchman. It had been years since he had been forced to wrestle the fae to the ground to keep him from intervening in the torment that beset the young man Matteo had adopted. Truly, he understood the pain that came from the awful feeling of helplessness and yet he refused to loose Matteo in some fool-hearted effort to stop the demoness that had taken his grandson. If there was but an inkling of hope that they might rescue the boy, Alexander would have jumped to do so but the fae had long ago insisted that even the great conquerer sit on his hands. Matteo had informed him, the night after he'd ferried Aiden to France of the boy's ever declining mental state - his grandson all but refusing to leave the quiet solitude of his bed. He worried after Aiden and yet, he remained silent upon his own thoughts and feelings in some vague effort to be that pillar for Matteo while the fae struggled to piece back together the fractured heart of his youngest child. Alexander had hardly forgotten the boy's upcoming birthday, after all, it was impossible for the Monarch to truly forget anything. He should have anticipated something...extravagant upon Matteo's part and yet, even he was not prepared when the fae had come to him with the plan of a one-of-a-kind Bugatti. Alexander knew the boy loved his cars but this seemed...a bit much.

It had been with nothing but a raised brow and a sigh before Alexander had offered his share of the money. Although he knew Matteo was more than capable of shouldering the cost himself, it was entirely unnecessary when the sheer wealth of their combined family was...overflowing, to put it lightly. Finding the car and it's owner, however, was a far more difficult conundrum - one Matteo had thrown himself in entirely, with Dorian just at his heels. How eager the young Italian was to assist in any manner that might bring some joy to his brother. He knew Dorian hardly understood what had prompted the change within Aiden, much less truly accepted those excuses Matteo provided. Still, the fae was of such tender heart, he was hardly sure that Dorian would be able to think rationally of Aiden's imprisonment if he knew all the dark details. Matteo had seemingly come to the same conclusion, the truth kept from the young fae and Alexander had been keen to shut down any probing effort from the lad. At the very least, the car had been a quest that had kept Dorian well distracted. The moment his own blue-green irises had graced the car, even Alexander was capable of understanding why Aiden might desire such a car. It was...astounding. From those sleek black lines to the luxurious leather interior and the roar of that engine. It was a marvel to behold and one that fell to him to transport across the ocean.

Assembling a team to carry such precious cargo was hardly difficult, though Alexander had made every point to inspect the ship it had been placed on himself to ensure neither boat nor vehicle ended up at the bottom of the ocean. Moving the car was, admittedly, the easy part. There were still transportation fees to be paid, duty fees, an emissions test that had to be seen to, and an inspection to take care of all before the vehicle was even allowed on American soil. It had taken nearly a week before the car was given the go-ahead and even then, to keep the presence of such a rare car a secret had been an even greater challenge. Gossip had already seeped out on the internet that the vehicle had been sold and prepped to make the jump across the pond, a fact that even Bugatti had admitted was true, even though their family's name had been kept largely away from the reports. Silence, it seemed, was still a hard to find commodity. The Dark Hunter had, admittedly, enjoyed driving the vehicle the short distance from where it had been stored to the warehouse they had intended to meet at. The very power that had existed under his fingertips - the smoothness of the ride. The vehicle was near aching for speed that Alexander had refused to give it, even if he had considered it for a passing moment.

Now, however, with the car settled within the center of the empty warehouse, the Macedonian Monarch stood judgingly at the very front of the vehicle, instructing his grandson's husband to place the ebony satin bow in the very center of the hood. The mere size of it had made it...unwieldy and yet the bow suited the Bugatti perfectly, albeit against Dorian's own wishes. It was a moment longer before the pair stepped back, critically eying both their work and the beauty of the machine in front of them. Matteo's approval drew the King's blue-green gaze and yet he said little in way of response to that plan. It was clear the fae was fretting over this gift - the man's near demanding demeanor tonight so strikingly different from the norm and yet, Alexander was willing to put up with it, for the moment. His attention turned towards Dorian as the Italian remained bent over his card, carefully working upon every minuscule detail even if it produced little more then an impatient sigh from his father. His hands fit within his pockets as Matteo shifted closer towards him, the fae's gaze returned to the vehicle beside them. Alexander had already begun to suspect that fear the hung so potently upon Matteo's mind, the fae hardly even needed to speak them - and indeed, he didn't. "He will like it, Matteo." Alexander offered reassuring, his hand rose to settle on Matteo's shoulder, providing the fae a gentle squeeze.

Dorian's sudden exclamation that he was done however, cut off the conversation any further. His own well-practiced signature was placed with distinct ease upon the card stock, his gaze briefly skirted the border of the card and the meticulous drawing that Dorian had placed upon the bottom of both the Bugatti and the panther sprawled across it. He passed the card onto Sebastian, letting the vampire add his name to the card before Matteo once again took charge, fussing over those little details. The fae's concern for the papers of ownership of the vehicle prompted Alexander to reach towards the folder with its plastic page protector of the vehicle's title. "I've got them." He insisted, the pages tucked securely in his hands as he trailed after Matteo and towards the front of the warehouse. Once outside, Alexander, with Matteo's help, slid the heavy doors of the warehouse close, hiding the sleek black car out of view. A soft exhale left the Dark Hunter's lips as he leaned against the door of the warehouse, only for Aiden himself to come wandering around the corner but moments later. The blatant look of confusion across the man's once apathetic features at the sight of all of them prompted a soft inquiry on just how, exactly, Dorian had managed to convince the despondent Were-Panther to leave his bedroom in the first place. Dorian's insistence that he had informed Aiden he had gotten lost prompted an immediate snort from Alexander's nose, the Hunter providing Matteo a distinctly unimpressed look and yet, he couldn't deny that guise of ignorance hadn't been....highly effective.


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