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 world that sends you reeling


Posted on September 15, 2019 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON-ARAGONA
West

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy


Softly his lover's fingers tightened against his own in a small squeeze, how radiant the Monarch's simper was in that moment - his husband so clearly delighted that he had managed, in some fashion, to bring that smile back to his brother's face. Dorian had eagerly embraced the young Were into that fold of their family, likely in some desperation to hold a glimpse of that relationship that had been all but tainted by the depravity that seemed to run in his false father's line. He hardly faulted the Italian, of course, Sebastian ever-supportive when it came to the matters of family, and yet, it pained him to see his lover so upset when Tetradore had retreated into the depths of his own dejection. It was clear there was far more to the Were's life to prompt such isolationism within him beyond those nonsensical excuses that Matteo had offered them. He could only hope that this might be enough to make the man Dorian so enjoyed spending time with stay. His gaze briefly fluttered towards his father-in-law as Matteo stepped forward in some efforts to alleviate those overwhelming emotions that clearly inflicted the Were-King. Matteo effortlessly guided Aiden towards the vehicle only to reach out for the other presents the man still held in hand. Aiden hardly seemed to give it much thought as he complied, handing over that expensive bottle of liquor and Dorian's card without a word before he reached for the driver's side door.

It was that insistence not to drive too fast that seemed to prompt the man to stop, only for Aiden to brush off that request near effortlessly as he climbed into the car. For a moment, Sebastian hadn't truly comprehended the sheer importance of that singular word. He was, however, entirely attuned to that flutter of Matteo's heart as the elder fae near froze in place. That shift to the Frenchman's demeanor, however, was altogether notable - the fae rarely prone to still silence. Slowly, Sebastian's head tilted ever so slightly as the blue tinge of his own irises turned towards his husband in an inquiring fashion. Even Dorian, he noted, seemed surprised. Perhaps later, he might have to inquire after why. After all, though Aiden had spent some time with the royal couple, Sebastian had strived to allow the two men their space to get...acquainted with one another, leaving the vampire rather out of the loop. Briefly, the silver of his husband's gaze met his own, that beaming grin still entirely present upon Dorian's features as the fae's fingers gingerly disentangled from his own. The vampire hardly made any effort to stop his husband as Dorian meandered closer towards the car, with the clear intention to sit in it - that desire one that Matteo had denied him for reasons even Sebastian had not understood. He watched as his lover approached the car, only for his own name uttered within that faint Greek accent to grab his own attention. Ride....with....them?

The very idea of being alone with Alexander and Matteo prompted a look almost akin to horror upon his features, one that was quickly chased away by that facade of politeness that Sebastian had become entirely adept at wearing with his newfound status as Italy's Prince. His lover, however, seemed to seize upon that very offer quite in the same moment as he did, the fae insisting that Alexander keep an eye on Matteo - though truly Sebastian was doubtful of how...helpful it would be. A soft sigh left the Englishman's lips as Sebastian instead informed them that he would be delighted to join them. The idea alone seemed to prompt a raised brow in both elder men and yet, neither voiced a word of it. Dorian too seemed to afford it no further thought as his husband inquired whether or not he could sit with his sibling. He watched as Dorian climbed into the car beside his brother, the passenger closing behind him with a soft thud. Slowly, the vampire himself meandered closer towards that car, the Englishman reaching for that large black bow upon the hood that had otherwise been forgotten. No sooner had that bow been removed, and Dorian settled in his seat, then that very engine seemed to roar to life in front of him. Briefly, he met the almost sheepish emerald eyes of his brother-in-law, Aiden clearly having forgotten both that bow as well as missed his very closeness to the hood of the car. As it was, Sebastian was hardly perturbed as he stepped back from the car, allowing the car that room to slowly drift forward.

Sebastian was inattentive that his own features had betrayed that glimpse of concern he felt at letting his lover travel within that vehicle unaccompanied. That trust he had for Aiden momentarily wavering as his blue irises watched the tail lights of the car emerge from the depths of the warehouse. That sudden insistence that he would be fine, however, drew Sebastian's gaze towards his father-in-law. Silently he nodded in agreement, the Englishman offering Matteo a weak simper in the process. After all, he knew if there was even a hint either of the boys might find...trouble or harm, the Frenchman would be the first to know of and put a stop to it. Alexander chimed in but moments later, agreeing that, for all Aiden's recklessness, his love for vehicles was apparently enough to ensure the pair's safety....for the car. The vampire could hardly help that small raise of his eyebrow and yet, he hardly voiced a syllable of his own thoughts. Instead, Sebastian fell into step just behind the older men as they made their way towards Alexander's own black sedan. He said little as the pair bickered over who should be allowed to drive, only for Matteo to spin upon his heels and face the vampire himself. Sebastian's gaze fluttered towards the fae's feet, simply watching as Matteo walked backward. That sudden declaration that he thought Matteo should drive, however, caused a brief look of surprise upon his features - his eyebrows only rose further as Alexander so clearly joined the fae in his inquiry. Sebastian cleared his throat ever so slightly, his hands clasping behind his back in the manner he was so taught to do. "I do not have a preference who drives. I am sure you are both lovely drivers." He retorted without even a glimpse of hesitation. It would take far more, it seemed, to get Sebastian to break those centries of politeness.

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