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
How quickly Mira encouraged her bike forward, letting it all but fly across the asphalt as she tried to secure some level of a lead in that game she'd encourage him to play. It was all too tempting to join the girl on her mischevious antics - with naught but open roads ahead of them and the endless blue expanse of oceans surrounding them, Tetradore was given but a brief moment in time to simply forget the complexities of his all but dismal life. The wind whipped by him as he accelerated after the girl, the rush of it audible even under the man's ebony helmet. He leaned forward slightly against the warmth of his own bike, reducing the drag his body provided even though he hardly opened his own motorcycle to its full capacity. Rather, Tetradore was entirely inclined to simply enjoy those fleeting glimpses of freedom. Out here, so very far from home, he no longer had to fret over running into one of Risque's associates that might recognize him during those hours away from her, or vice versa, any of his own associates wandering into Synyster when the fallen King was anything but majestic. Here, he was allowed to simply be - and that was enough of a gift that the exhaustion that tugged potently at him was all but ignored for that brief glimpse of unhindered time alone with the young Hispanic woman he had found himself taking such a liking to.
It was distinctly rare for Tetradore to find comfort, much less favor, in the company of the opposite gender. It was rarer still for the man to seek out those more intimate activities and yet, at the end of the day, Tetradore was still very much a man with needs. Somehow, in ways even Tetradore hadn't anticipated, Mira had taken up that careful dance with distinct grace. Innately, she seemed to know those exact moments to encourage the Were-King, while all the while remaining submissive in the way that he needed. It was that which prompted him to seek her out again and again when those desires rose, and, in turn, the Alpha found himself slowly desiring more of her than those occasional trysts in the depths of the night. This was, perhaps, his first effort to see just how those emotions might handle the light of day, to see just how things could be, if he let them. Those thoughts lingered heavily upon his mind as he caught up with the woman's fleeting figure, the pair splitting in the moments after, parted by a slow-moving Toyota with its Asian family on their morning commute. Their speed hardly faltered as they sped past the vehicle, their engines a veritable roar in comparison to the quiet, family-friendly car. Tetradore's own emerald eyes turned briefly over his shoulder to eye the driver of the vehicle, the children in the back seat looking on with utter awe. It was for their sake, and Mira's own presence, that Tetradore allowed that annoyance to simply pass, the man instead choosing to simply increase that speed of his bike rather than react to that aggressiveness the driver had displayed.
Rather, Tetradore was altogether content to linger within Mira's wake, the emerald of his irises lingering upon the curves of her figure as they quickly left the Toyota behind them. Those signs with their posted speed limits were all but ignored, so too were any other warnings in a language Tetradore couldn't even begin to comprehend. That race, or perhaps, his efforts to observe Mira from behind, were all that truly mattered to the Alpha. It was that feminine voice that echoed within the depths of his own mind that prompted a small simper upon his features and yet, Tetradore was more than willing to give in to her obvious efforts to goad him. If she truly wanted a race, he was more than willing to give it, even if he knew all too well that this was one she could scarcely compete in. Without hesitance, Tetradore pulled back on the throttle, the Ninja all but shooting effortlessly forward as he shifted his weight upon the bike, smoothing sailing around the young woman as if she was little more than that Toyota they had passed several miles back. He could hear the rumble of her engine behind him as she pushed her motorcycle to the very limit of it's capacity and yet, even it was nothing compared to the Kawasaki he had purposefully acquired for it's abundant speed. Tetradore hardly dared to even glance behind him, the man's focus entirely upon weaving around that limited traffic as he all but stole the win at that makeshift finish line.
It was only once Tetradore had assured his victory that the Alpha allowed his speed to drop to a far more acceptable level, letting Mira catch up to the beast of a machine he straddled. Her comment of rocket fuel prompted a rare sound of laughter upon his lips, one that was muffled only by the sleek ebony helmet he wore. Effortlessly, the man teased her about that motorcycle, and the woman in turn, hardly having it in her to beat the Were-King, much less his Ninja. Her insistance that his bike was hardly street legal was...admittedly, accurate, though the Alpha was often inclined to dance that very boundary of what was considered "legal" when it came to those vehicles he drove. It was her insistance that he had been toying with her, however, that prompted a vague shrug upon his shoulders. "Maybe." He responded with a playful lit in the depths of that baritone voice. It was a shame, really, that any further teasing was put abruptly on hold with the bright flashing of red and blue lights against the walls of that darkened tunnel. "Fuck." That curse word fell from the Were-King's lips as he insisted Mira should stay close. Tetradore had little desire to find himself captured by the police - not that they were truly able to hold the Alpha but being on the run....in China...seemed...hardly a good idea, particularly with his own family's political connections.
Mira's insistance that the police would have to catch them first, however, was a sentiment Tetradore was more than willing to agree with, the Alpha effortlessly picking up that speed once again and yet, he made every effort to remain slow enough to stay close with the she-wolf. The roar of their engines filled that tunnel, accompanied with the high-pitched scream of those sirens. Mira's playful comment, however, produced little then a small press of a frown to Tetradore's lips. The last thing he wanted was any sort of news of his presence within China - both because of Risque and Dorian's sake, even if Matteo had assured him no one else would know of the Frenchman's adoption of him. How tempting it was to simply cut that adventure off short, the Alpha capable of ensuring the pair merely arrived at their end destination far from that tunnel they currently occupied. Still, he hated the notion of cutting that venture off short before he was ready for it too, particularly when he had put such effort in picking out that route. Tetradore could see that flashing of those lights on the pavement in front of him and yet, he hardly bothered to slow or even glance behind him. His entire focus was upon the road ahead and the woman at his side. The last thing he anticipated, however, was to note the additional police placed at the other end of the tunnel, the force clearly prepared far before they had given chase. The silver spikes upon the road glinted in those LED lights, telling of the ill-fate that awaited them if they should not stop.
Those cursed words from Mira only echoed those very realizations that crossed Tetradore's mind and yet, it was hardly enough to stop the Alpha. Her suggestion to get them on the other side prompted a small frown upon his features as his emerald irises stared intently at that quickly closing gap of darkness. She had little idea of what she was asking of him, surely. To teleport two speeding options when that touch was required without pushing neither bikes over, without loosing her in the depths of that shadow land, hell, much less considering his own tiredness from that long distance teleportation before....God, this could go sowrong. "Hand." He all but commanded, his speed shifting ever so slightly as he so carefuly changed his speed to perfectly align with her own. Tetradore's hand reached out, his fingers gracing agaisnt her own as those shadows all but overtook them, his own bike careening dangerous close to her's. The darkness of that tunnel was their only saving grace. Within seconds to two reappeared on the other side of the police baracade, those spikes all but useless with those police cars left in the dust. "We need to get to the Hong Kong city limit, Mainland China's police force can't go there." He insisted, displaying an altogether rare glimpse of his own politican knowledge - thanks to an Ambassador father and King of a brother.