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

and I'm out here tryin' to breath, alright alright


Posted on December 19, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West


The weight of the Egyptian's amber eyes hardly went unfelt by the stoic Alpha. That blatant examination of his fit, though thoroughly covered physique caused his very skin to crawl, the hair upon the back of his neck rising in some vague resemblance of his feline hackles. How well he knew that studious look - that lascivious stare one he was frequently presented with prior to nights he oft preferred to forget. Despite the tenseness that afflicted Tetradore's frame, the man regarded his companion with little more than a blase stare. His baritone voice was decidedly deadpan as he declared his intention to keep the music at its present volume, regardless of the discomfort it caused her. That grin blossoming upon her lips hardly prompted a flick of emotion upon his static features. Rather, it was that curse alone that caused a singular brow to rise as Tetradore regarded her with a distinctly unimpressed look. He had forgotten, admittedly, of Askaree's verbose language and flagrant impertinence. What had once so easily bemused him now served to do little more than agitate the frequently short-tempered man. In those short years of Askaree's absence, life had been turned upside down for the Alpha. That freedom that had once caused him to face the world with a far more mischevious nature had been snatched away the very night his mistress' pet had darkened his doorstep with a reminder of what life had been...and a forewarning of what it would once again become.

"I somehow doubt that," Tetradore responded candidly to Askaree's insistence that she could merely obliterate his music system at a mere whim. The crocodile, after all, was not the only telekinesis user within the depths of his hull. The crowd that frequented the Ark was a plethora of magic users, to think one could merely waltz in and 'abra-cadabra' anything within the Ark was...foolish. Still, it was the Egyptian's assurance that she surely hadn't meandered down the shores for that alone that furthered the suspicion within the Alpha. Brazenly, Askaree brushed past the Alpha's figure and into the depths of his bedroom. Softly, a huff of air left his lips as Tetradore rolled his emerald eyes. "Yes, just...come in, why don't you." He muttered under his breath, his baritone voice hardly little more than a whispered complaint that he neither anticipated to be heard or replied to. Tetradore turned, watching as she surveyed his room before spinning upon her heels to face him. A dreary sigh left the Were-King's lips at that prospect of fun, the man burring his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. "Great." He uttered back in response to her almost sing-song voice, his own gaze briefly fluttered away from her. An overexaggerated sweep of her arm brought his striking irises back towards her as she compared the Alpha to a model, the very notion finally bringing an almost absent-minded snort to his nose before she quickly closed the distance between the pair. How dangerously close she stood to him, invading his space in a manner he was sickeningly familiar with. Her vague effort to intrigue him, however, failed quite to hit its mark. Tetradore, instead, merely eyed her exotic feminine figure for a long moment before inquiring in that same fatigued tone. "Would you leave if I said no?" To steal from his Vector's playbook, it would take more than the promise of thievery to coax the King out of his comfortable bedroom.

aiden tetradore

If you love me, let me go & run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care - I can't destroy what isn't there

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