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

a phantom to lead you in the summer


Posted on September 02, 2019 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
West


That glimpse of surprise upon Matteo's features at the genteel touch of his hand prompted a small simper at the very corners of his lips. Although Alexander was well known for some measure of compassion to his enemies, it was rare when the Macedonian King displayed some level of true affection, even amongst his own immediate family. His lovers alone were often restricted to those far more tender gestures and yet, the Dark Hunter was well aware of those emotions that Aiden and the boy's situation caused upon the fae he had, at times, called his own son. How many times had he watched Matteo fall apart from his own helplessness to save the child from his fate? How many times had he held back the Frenchman from interceding in the torment that broke shattered Aiden's spirit over and over again? How many nights had the pair of them spent pouring over those meticulous details in search of some way to circumvent and change Aiden's future for the better? It might have been Matteo's choice to involve himself with such an ill-fated man, but it was certainly not his problem to bear alone. The fae's very anxiety of this very present only seemed to suggest that there existed some possibility that it might go awry and yet, Alexander chose to have faith in Aiden, at the very least, and what he knew of the boy from those hours he had spent with the Alpha.

It was but Dorian's declaration that the card was finished that ended that conversation well before it was done - though, perhaps it was for the best. He watched as Matteo was handed the card, the fae quickly summoning a pen only to print his name within the interior of the card. The piece of art was then quickly passed onto Alexander himself as the Dark Hunter inspected Dorian's near meticulous work. It was clear the very effort the younger fae had put into what should have been a simple card - from the depiction of the vehicle in front of them to the sunning feline sprawled across its hood. The Macedonian King's own signature was quickly placed near Matteo's before the Hunter passed both card and pen onto the awaiting hands of his grandson-in-law. No sooner then Sebastian's name had been placed on the interior did Matteo jump to those final details of that surprise. It wasn't often the fae turned demanding, the very attitude one quickly broken within the ranks of Alexander's own army. The King was not one to suffer being told what to do and yet, he knew well it was merely a product of the stress Matteo was presently under. For now, Alexander chose to fall into line, fetching those papers of Aiden's ownership over the mythical Bugatti. The Dark Hunter followed Matteo out of the warehouse, a singular light purposefully kept on to cast a sort of spotlight upon the sleek sportscar. A singular glance was given towards the interior of the warehouse to ensure everything was exactly as it should be before Matteo and himself tugged that heavy door close.

The small family hardly hard to wait long in front of that darkened warehouse, however, before the Were in question turned the corner - only to pause at the very sight of the small gathering. That look of confusion was short-lived, twisting and transforming into something more akin to suspicion as Matteo inquired just what Dorian had said in order to lure the man here in the first place. Tetradore, it seemed, had taken to retreating in the manner he so habitually did - this time, however, those affected were far greater than just the Frenchman. The very freedom Risque had finally afforded him was both a blessing and a curse, in some manner or another. Though it had finally given Aiden some glimpse of a true life, so too did it widen the playing field and the pieces Matteo and himself had to watch over. Regardless, hopefully, tonight, they would succeed in prying the man from his self imposed solitude - if only for a short while. The Frenchman's softly murmured efforts to prepare the group (though he suspected it was largely for Dorian's benefit) for Aiden's reaction to that gift only seemed to coax a look of uncertainty from both Dorian and Sebastian. Any explanation they might have asked for, thankfully, was cut off by the very approach of Aiden himself.

That excuse Dorian had provided, however, was a lie that the Were quickly seemed to not only see through but also one he was more than eager to confront the small group upon. The Dark Hunter's own blue-green irises fluttered towards the bulky silhouette of the Ark that Aiden gestured to, his own features surely giving way the distinct fallacy of that notion they'd gotten 'lost'. Thankfully, Matteo was more than quick to simply dismission the notion altogether as Aiden noticed the wrapped box within Sebastian's hands - one that was a clear indicator of a present. He watched in silence as Matteo insisted that the entirety of their family intended to celebrate the man's birthday - that word alone enough to prompt Dorian to shift ever so slightly. It was clear Matteo's words had tightly grasped the young King's heart if even Dorian saw fit to waver. Matteo's clear prompting, however, was enough to see the Italian step forward and offer that card. The very weight of Alexander's blue-green irises upon Tetradore must have been pressing enough to be felt as Aiden's gaze shifted from the card to the small gathering in front of him. Any word the Were-King might have offered Dorian, however, was cut off as Matteo gestured Sebastian forward with that wrapped bottle of whiskey. Those pages within Alexander's hands, however, remained nestled at his side, the Dark Hunter allowing his companion control over that reveal he'd worked so terribly hard for.

He watched as Aiden unwrapped that exquisite bottle of whiskey, the one Matteo had chosen one of the more expensive bottles than even he had seen. A part of him had almost been remiss to give it to the boy without at least tasting the beverage. A small simper toyed with the corner of his features as Aiden stared at that bottle of whiskey, the boy clearly baffled as to why his whole family had gone through such lengths for a drink. That confusion, however, hardly lasted long before Matteo held out his own hand - the keys settled within his concealed palm. It was only once Aiden's hand was extended that they were deposited within the unsuspecting Were's hand. That small nod was offered towards the warehouse door and briefly, Alexander gestured towards the door, allowing Sebastian the honor of unveiling months of their family's hard work. The door creaked open on its hinges, revealing within the center of that open space the magnificent ebony vehicle that so silently awaited inspection.


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