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

your memory will carry on


Posted on September 11, 2019 by MATTEO
West



Matteo had, to some extent, anticipated the fashion in which his youngest son seemed to find himself all but utterly overwhelmed by that gift his family had presented him with. Aiden, in typical fashion, so hardly uttered a word the moment those warehouse doors were drawn aside by Sebastian and yet, the Frenchman could tell from the mans features alone how very impactful the sight of that car had been. For those few precarious moments however, Matteo was inclined to remain where he was in an effort to allow Aiden to process those very emotions for himself. The Alpha seemed to move near on auto-piolet toward that car after so at last making the connection between that glorious machine and the picture Dorian had detailed upon the card presented to him. Aiden's very examination of that car was slow and meticulous. His features seemed to hold a look of disbelief as he searched that car for ...something. Although what that something was even Matteo remained uncertain until the man seemed to find it upon the back of the car. Aiden, at last, seeming to permit himself to touch that car and run his fingers along that black surface. That silence from the man persisted and yet the near ancient Fae made no effort to hurry him along as Aidens emerald gaze seemed to take in every line and shadow on the car before he returned to its front. Aiden stood before the hood, his hand at least reached out to press the button on the key fob Matteo himself had handed him only to have that car near instantly respond to that single silent command. The very act of that car unlocking so seeming to solidify something for his son as the first hint of a smile tugged at his features. God, how long had it been since his son had smiled?

Aiden turned back toward them then, the man making some effort to ask how they managed this very feat only for those words to fail him again. Matteo, this time, unable to prevent the simper upon his own features. A grin that seemed to be shared by the entire family in turn. Ah, but surely they should all be proud of that very feat of finding a gift that might render their Aiden speechless and, more so, might encourage him to smile! That, Matteo was sure, was the true feat here. The sheer wealth of emotion, however, seemed near too much for his younger son to truly handle in that moment. Aiden seeming to struggle to find the right words or actions. Matteo stepped forward in the wake of those failing words to come to the Were's side in an effort to ease that very pressure from him. His own hand lifted, the Frenchman resting it gently upon Aiden's shoulder then to afford it a gentle, reassuring squeeze of affection before he softly reiterated those earlier words of just how the family had come together to acquire that car for him. Matteo determined to make sure Aiden knew that part each of them had played. After all, a feat so grand as this car would surely have been difficult for any one of them alone. His words, this time, seemed to hold far more meaning. The Frenchman inclined to tease as to whether or not the man had truly believed they had travelled the globe for a bottle of whiskey- grand though it was.

That sudden, abrupt snort he was rewarded with so managed to coax that soft chuckle from Matteo in turn before the Frenchman's hands extended with the offer to take that bottle and card so that Aiden might have his own hands free to actually sit in the car. Ah, but his son had seemingly forgotten what to do with that very car! Aiden near wordlessly handed him those very items, the Were still seeming to struggle with the understanding that such a car might really be his as he made his way toward the drivers side door. Matteo, this time, unable to prevent uttering those near age old words, teasing though they were, that Aiden not drive too fast. A feat that he suspected was all but impossible in that car. That roll of his sons eyes was wholly anticipated. The very utterance of that single word however- was not. How casually he said it. How easily- and with that chuckle upon his own lips. As if he said such a word all the time. Dad. Matteo's own head snapped near readily back toward Aiden as he opened the door of the car with a genuine glee. The Frenchman momentarily blinking in surprise, Matteo rendered near as overwhelmed as Aiden himself had been but moments before. For several long seconds the near ancient Fae was merely left staring as he attempted to process that much-coveted moniker and its utterance, finally, after more than twenty years.

That very relief he had felt in his own chest at Aiden so liking his gift had readily been replaced by a different emotion entirely. Something far more potent and profound. How long he had waited for that very title! Matteo having near convinced himself that Aiden simply might never desire to afford it to him and that it should surely not bother him if he didn't. Aiden, after all, still held a great deal of emotion for his biological parents. Matteo himself distinctly aware he could never replace such beings as that and yet- it had hardly prevented the Fae from so hoping that, one day, Aiden might allow him to share in that very title. Matteo caught utterly off-guard by its utterance now as Dorian hurried forward to join his sibling in the car. The Frenchman so turned at last to glance back toward Alexander, as if assuring himself he had not been the only one to hear those wonderful words before his silver gaze shifted again to the car both his sons readied themselves to ride in. Matteo no longer able to prevent that near beaming grin on his own features as he watched both his sons excitedly discuss that car they were about to drive. This, Matteo was sure, was by far one of the best days he had ever lived in that two thousand or so years he had existed. That fluttering warmth that filled his chest nothing short of glorious to feel after all this time. Finally. He was Dad. The Frenchman so at last moved to step back towards his own father and son-in-law, Alexander insisting that he could not truly believe Aiden was going to mind his speed as Matteo chuckled once more. His head shook softly.

"I have no belief he will listen to me anymore then I used to listen to you."

That ready tease found his lips then before Alexander insisted he would give those papers of ownership to Aiden once they reached the Sanctum, Matteo affording that plan a ready nod before Alwx suggested that Sebastian might ride with them back to the cafe. That very suggestion had no sooner left his lips then Dorian near pivoted in place to request Alexander keep an eye on Matteo himself. The Frenchman prompted to scowl momentarily before that look of pretend innocence found his features.

"Ah, Dorian! Why do you say these things? You wound me with your accusations. Go on, get in the car- and wear your seatbelt."

Dorian, for his part, so hardly appeared amused before he settled into that car with Aiden and closed down the door. It was Sebastian's insistence that he would be 'delighted' to ride in the car with them however that prompted Matteo's attention to shift to the vampire, one eye so rising in disbelief, that amusement still upon his features and yet he afforded it little comment. The English vampire still so determinedly clinging to those British manners. The very sight of Dorian within that car, however, seemed to prompt that concern to peek through the mask of placidity the vampire wore.

"He will be fine, Sebastian."

For all he so enjoyed teasing the vampire, Matteo was unwilling, perhaps, to let the other man fret with worry over Dorian when he had no need of it. That shining black car roared to life but seconds later beneath Aiden's hands, the Were piloting it smoothly forward and out of those warehouse doors. The grin on Aiden's face positively gleeful and the first time he had truly seen the man smile in ...weeks. How desperately much it mean to know that Aiden might yet come back from even the devastation of that womans latest blow. Matteo assured he would have bought his sona million cars to see that grin again. A sense of...satisfaction so at last settling within himself as that very worry he had clung to over Aiden seemed to, at last, alleviate. The Frenchman's silver gaze turned back to Alexander then as they made their way toward the Hunter's own car with Sebastian in tow.

"You know, they are talking about how slow you drive. Maybe you should let me drive? I am faster than you."

Alexander, like Aiden, seemed to have an eternal problem with his driving- although why this seemed to be the case Matteo was assured he hardly knew. The Frenchman never yet having been involved in a singular road accident- although how many he had caused indirectly was perhaps a debatable topic. Matteo spun but neatly on his heel then, the Frenchman content to walk backwards beside Alexander while facing Sebastian now.

"Sebastian thinks I should drive, don't you Sebastian?"

How terribly easy it was to put that ever polite Englishman within the very center of that argument. Matteo so wholly curious as to what level of manners and british politeness the vampire might have to employ in an effort to attempt to appease both himself and Alexander by so doing that most shocking and distinctly un-British thing of offering his opinion.


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