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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on November 02, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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With her hand nestled within his own, Tetradore effortlessly spun the young woman into the hard planes of his chest. His arm fitted around her waist as the Were-King summoned those very shadows necessary for his teleportation. It was hardly more than a few fleeting moments before the pair found themselves in the depths of the warehouse - exactly at the very spot within the photo Alexis had taken for him. The moment those shadows unfurled, the Alpha released the young woman in his arms. He was wholly inattentive to the awkward manner at which she stepped away from him, Tetradore far more focused upon the recovery of the box and the golden coins within it. The duffle bag upon his back was tossed to the floor with an audible thud as he reached down to undo the zipper. He fished a crowbar from the depths of the bag, handing one to Alexis before getting himself a second one. The Were-King glanced up, only to note the inquisitiveness within the depths of Alexis' gaze. He hardly hesitated to provide some glimpse of understanding to the woman - explaining both what they were looking for as well as offering her a vague notion of the size and shape of the wooden box they were looking for. Tetradore watched as she slowly nodded, clearly understanding the task at hand before he rose to leave her too it.

The Were-King moved towards the closest crate, the man hardly fretting over being gentle as he jammed the edge of his crowbar into the wooden frames. With a bit of force, he was able to rip the top from the box, the cover easily placed beside him as he reached in to shuffle through the contents. Tetradore glanced up only at the sound of those nails popping out of Alexis' chosen box, the girl clearly determined enough to handle the process of pulling off those lids herself, much to Tetradore's satisfaction. With Alexis assisting, surely this would go much faster, and hopefully before they were noticed. A small, wary glance was given towards the front doors of the building as he moved onto the next crate. Tetradore was, admittedly, hardly methodical in his choices, the man simply moving from one box to the next as he rifled through the contents of all of his cargo. The lost profits he was quite literally staring at was certainly painful but the recovery of that small green box would certainly make it more bearable. For several obscenely long minutes, the pair worked quickly through the cargo, though it felt like they'd hardly made a dent in comparison to the number of crates that they still had to go. Perhaps he should have recruited more than just Alexis on this recovery mission? Tetradore had only just begun to consider checking what Mira was doing when a whispered exclamation saw him pause near immediately in his own diligent search.

His emerald eyes turned inquisitively towards Alexis as the Alpha all but abandoned his own crate. Quickly, he moved towards the box that Alexis stood in front of, only to glance down at the corner she had uncovered. Tetradore reached down and with a soft grunt, pulled out the rest of the heavy colored box. Tetradore wasted no time in balancing it on the edge of the crate, only to fiddle with the small clasp on it. He pulled open the box, only to move aside a satin ebony cloth that was draped over the contents of the interior. A soft exhale left his lips as Tetradore uncovered the rows upon rows of neatly stacked golden coins. "Thank God." He muttered to himself, only to reach in for one of those coins they'd been so diligently searching for. Tetradore flipped it over in his hand, as if verifying that it was exactly as it should before the Alpha glanced up. His eyebrows pinched together, his chin tilted upwards ever so slightly as he sniffed the air. "Do you....do you smell that?" He inquired, glancing towards Alexis. It was a distinct tinge, one that brought back far more memories than he liked - the smell of smoke. And where there was smoke, a fire was sure to follow.

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