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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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
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
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
There are monsters outside & they're waitin
there are vultures in line salivatin
though it is dark in the dead of night
I never go down without a fight
The sound of that deafening horn behind them prompted little but a glance over the Were-King's shoulder. His emerald eyes lingered just long enough to provide the driver the acknowledgment he was clearly searching for, the horn near immediately ceasing. Even so, Tetradore was content to ignore it further, the duo easily charging onwards to leave the vehicle with its angry Chinese driver behind. It was easy to get lost within his own thoughts - the mental silence between the pair altogether comfortable as they sped down those empty roads. With the bright warmth of the sun overhead and the cool nip of the oceanic air, Tetradore found himself blissfully at ease. The emerald hue of his irises drifted over the ever-changing landscape, sweeping over the open roads ahead, onto to settle upon the slender frame of the young woman ahead of him. The supple leather of her jacket tightly clung to her frame, accenting the very curves of her feminine figure from behind. The tight material of her jeans stretched across her body as she leaned forward and against the frame of her bike, the very view certainly not disagreeable in the slightest. It was rare that Tetradore allowed his thoughts to drift to such carnal desires and yet....here, beneath the clear blue Chinese skies, the Alpha found himself free of all those burdens that so often weighed his shoulders so immensely. It was only the press of her thoughts against his own that so sharply drew his attention away from her feminine figure, the man effortlessly encouraging his bike forward as he pointed out that very promised he had made at the start of their adventure.
It was the very sight of the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge that seemed to all but enrapture the woman beside him. That surprise even visible within the posture of her feminine figure as she shifted upon her bike to get a better look at the architecture that towered over them. Her inquiry of where they where, however, prompted a small shrug from Tetradore as he relayed, in a terribly inaccurate fashion, the name of the bridge they currently sped across. That soft chuckle that echoed within his thoughts drew the vibrancy of his irises towards the woman, the action only just barely perceptible beneath the darkness of his helmet. A small ghost of a simper crossed his features as she insisted she much preferred his own name of the bridge, much, he was sure, to the Chinese government's discontent. The soft tone of Mira's thoughts filtered through his head, the girl almost wistful as she admitted how much she liked being lost. Tetradore's brow rose ever so slightly. "Who said we were lost?" He inquired, after all, he knew exactly where they were, where they were going, and how long it would take to get there. The route, after all, was one he had chosen with such distinct care, gifting them phenomenal views, open roads, and a distance he felt comfortable traveling when his own tiredness would surely tug at him. Still, he supposed it was a nice sentiment....Tetradore might like to be lost for once. Then again, such was an impossibility for the Were-King.
He was almost thankful, admittedly, as Mira guided her own motorcycle next to his, chasing away those dark thoughts that had only just begun to tug at him. That tantalizing challenge only furthered his focus upon the present as the woman near immediately stole the lead - that advantage one she would need to beat the powerful beast that slept beneath his fingertips. A grin danced across his features as the Alpha easily rose to the occassion, offering back his own clear taunt. Effortlessly, Tetradore encouraged his own bike faster, quickly catching up to the very distance that Mira had acquired. How easily he knew he could best her and yet, there was little fun to be had in an outright defeat! A soft snort left his nose as Mira insisted her motorcycle was more than fast enough, prompting the Were-King to encourage his own bike just a bit further, enough to drift at her side for several lingering moments. It was only the presence of a Toyota that prompted the pair to split, the two motorbikes effortlessly moving around the vehicle with perhaps more speed then necessary. A single glance was given towards the driver, the man's less than enthused stare prompted the Alpha to rev the roar of his own engine, the very action prompting both him, and Mira in her own competition, to speed ever onwards to the open roads ahead of them. A glimpse of amusement crossed his features in the darkened depths of his helmet as Mira's thoughts filtered through his own. Him? Worried? Oh, she had no idea.
Her singular teasing comment was the only warning Tetradore had before Mira gave that very motorcycle all it had, the machine quickly picking up speed in a drastically short amount of time. Her slender bodice leaned forward against the machine, as if it would somehow make all the difference. Tetradore was quick to find her veritable heels, the Alpha content to merely hover behind her as the wind so viciously rushed by them. For several moments Tetradore let his bike drift before accelerating again, as if he struggled to keep up when he was doing anything but. That toying, however, hardly seemed to dissuade the young woman who was clearly trying to valently to win - it was almost endearing, really. When the bridge's end quickly approaching thanks to their vastly too fast speed, Tetradore was hardly willing to simply drift in the background. He pulled purposefully to the side, pressing his bike further on just enough to steal that very lead, the Alpha so easily taking his position at the veritable head of the 'pack'. He glanced down at his own speedometer, the needle hardly even hitting the red zone, offering him the promise of far more horsepower then he currently asked of it. Tetradore glanced within his rearview mirror, noting the figure of the woman he so found himself desiring chasing after him with distinct effort.
It was only with the impending end of the bridge in sight that Tetradore truely released the power of that engine, the bike near impossibly fast as he sped down the makeshift track and towards the darkened tunnel just beyond it. He only pulled back upon that speed after rushing through that 'finished line', the Alpha entirely ignorant of the police car that sat just in the shadows of the darkened tunnel. Purposefully, he ensured his own vehicle was just within the range of what Mira might catch up to, her voice chiming within his mind. Tetradore could hardly help that laugh upon his lips before he shook his head ever so slightly. "I told you I didn't think you had it in you." He teased the girl, and yet, any other words he might have offered were cut short by the flashing of those red and blue lights. The sound of the siren alone drew Tetradore's gaze backwards, only to glance at the Chinese vehicle. "Fuck." Matteo had warned him of the political...difficulties if he should get caught. The government here hardly kind, particularly with the pair drifting between mainland China and Hong Kong. "Stay close Mira, I don't want to spend the night in a Chinese jail." Tetradore was not beyond using his teleportation to get them both out of that difficult spot - that is, if they could not out race them. That engine revved, words hardly needed for his intention as Tetradore led them into the dark tunnel, his emerald eyes carefully keeping a watch on both Mira and the police car as he once again picked up that speed.