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 24, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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It hardly mattered to Tetradore the order in which the pair opened the crates, the Were-King nothing short of methodical in his choices while Alexa seemed to skip easily between crate to crate. All that the Alpha cared about, in the end, was that they found the small colored box he was looking so diligently for. His eyebrows were furrowed, that anxiousness gripping his heart as they continued to work through crate after crate. He was only just beginning to consider the feasibility of working through the entire warehouse when a soft noise left Alexis' lips, immediately capturing his attention. Tetradore was quick to move to her side, the emerald of his irises peering into the wooden box to spy the smaller container in the corner that she gestured to. Quickly the Were-King reached for the smaller box, the man quickly undoing the clasp only to stare appraisingly at the golden coins so neatly stacked within. It was only a distinct scent that prompted the man to pause, his head tilted upwards ever so slightly as he sniffed the air. That very smell was all but distinct - and entirely poignant and yet...the very presence of it only seemed to confuse the Were-King. Slowly, his emerald irises turned towards the girl at his side as he inquired if she smelled it too.

His very inquiry seemed to prompt the girl to freeze, her whole body tensing as she sniffed the air. That singular word was whispered in an altogether shuttered voice and yet, somewhere, in the back of his mind, even he had known what that scent was. Near instantly, that fear began to radiate off of Alexis in veritable waves, crashing against the shores of Tetradore's mind - his own element calling so sharply to him. How it brought back those memories roaring back to the surface - memories that he had only recently just been forced to relive, ones he'd much preferred to be left to the dark recesses of his mind. That night had been so much the same - filled with so much fear, most of it his own. The smoke had near blotted out the moon, the thick haze had coated his lungs. God, the very memories of it caused him to shudder as Alexis ran for the door of the warehouse. Tetradore hardly moved, those very recollections almost rooting him to the spot until the sound of that yelp brought the Alpha's gaze back into focus. For a moment, he merely stared blankly at the girl until she informed him the door was hot. Tetradore took a step back at the very presence of that black smoke that had begun to billow in, the temperature within the warehouse already beginning to rise.

Tetradore could see the panic in her eyes as she turned back towards him - her voice more akin to squeak as the girl looked towards her Alpha for answers. The Were-King could already feel the smoke polluting his lungs, the fire rapidly beginning to spread as glass shattered somewhere overhead, prompting the Alpha to wince and duck slightly. He all but abandoned that duffle bag he'd brought in, the man clutching only that box with it's golden coins as he moved to Alexis' side. "How did you get in here originally?" He asked, only for a cough to leave his lips as the air became saturated with that thick, black smoke.

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