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 flash of red and blue lights was altogether visible as they reflected against the dark asphalt under their speeding tires. The Were-King glanced over his shoulder at the cars that surged after them, keeping a careful distance with the vain hope the pair intended to stop in any sense of the word. A scowl crossed his features as he murmured those cursed words beneath his breath. Though Tetradore himself was all but immune from those Chinese laws, he hardly wished his efforts to date the Hispanic woman at his side to include a jailbreak, easy though it would be. The couple raced through the darkened tunnel, showing little signs of stopping despite the police cars that nipped at their heels. Mira, however, seemed nothing short of thrilled with the adrenaline that raced through her veins, her fiery spirit hardly dampened in the slightest as she encouraged her bike all the faster. It was only the flash of lights ahead of them that finally prompted some level of concern within the Were-King. The police, it seemed, were hardly keen on letting them out of the tunnel. Running was no longer an option. The emerald of his irises towards Mira, Tetradore considering every feasible means to escape from the tunnel and any plausible consequence of their blatant speeding.
The glint of silver upon the road ahead only furthered the furrow of Tetradore's brow, the man well aware of what those little, almost imperceptible spikes were, much less of their intent. Mira's request to utilize his own skill for teleportation prompted an almost silent hesitance from the Alpha. Although the idea seemed easy enough, the details were nothing short of tedious. To teleport two moving objects at different speeds was nothing shy of utterly difficult - a task he had not yet attempted to perform. There was also the matter of the damage that could be done with that touch he was required to take her with him - his hand within hers could so easily tip either of their precarious balance and send either one into the rough asphalt beneath them. His own exhaustion too was nothing short of utterly palpable. Tetradore hadn't expected to make a second jump after taking both bikes and Mira halfway across the world. If only she knew just what she was asking of him! Still, what other alternative did he have? A single command left his lips as Tetradore's jaw set firmly, his own affinities reaching out for the shadows that came all too quickly within the darkness of the tunnel. His affinity swirled around them as Mira's hand reached out with complete and utter faith in him. God, how he hoped he didn't disappoint her now. His speed purposefully dropped, the Alpha attempting quickly to mimic the pace of her bike and, in turn, make them akin to one singular moving object rather than two separate entities. Frankly, even Tetradore was unsure he had the precision to pull this maneuver off.
Time, however, was hardly the Were-King's friend as they raced closer and closer towards the strip of spikes with no sign of slowing. It was now or never. Immediately, his fingers brushed against her palm, his grasp more akin to a fleeting caress with the hope that it would be enough. His shadows leapt into movement, enveloping them with a flurry of smokey darkness before immediately spitting them back out and into the bright, pristine sunlight with a gentle bump. Tetradore immediately dropped the young woman's hand, the man purposefully swerving his bike away from her in a desperate bid to keep one of them upright in the case either should falter. Softly, he released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding as the pair recovered from that recklessness with scarce a wavering. That went....so much better then he had expected. Tetradore glanced behind them, noting the police scrambling to get into their cars and continue that chase. Though his teleportation had certainly given them the advantage, they would need more than that to escape unnoticed. What he didn't anticipate, as he glanced in his mirror, was the thick cloud of ebony smoke and ash that filled the air behind them. The roads all but impossible to see and, in turn, the police's silhouettes were swallowed by the darkness. That, he was certain, was new.
He was hardly aware of that soft breath upon her lips, the optimistic sound of her feminine voice filled his own thoughts. A small frown tugged at his features as Tetradore's gaze continually shifted towards the side mirror, keeping an eye on that stationary black cloud even as they continued to speed away. Her compliment of just how he had improved upon his teleportation was all but ignored, however, his own mind still lingered heavily upon the power Mira had just displayed. "That one was new. Are there any others you haven't told me about?" He inquired, a subtle demand laced the depth of his baritone lyrics, mental though they were. Why did such a surprising display of power bother him so greatly? Surely it was a good thing to see Mira's capabilities grow beneath his leadership? Was it not her choice to keep such an intimate thing as her own affinities to herself? A soft breath left the Were-King's lips as he abruptly changed the topic, the man instead insisting their need to venture into Hong Kong to further escape the police that had once so keenly nipped their heels. The change in jurisdiction would only further delay the chase and facilitate their escape into the traffic that littered the busy Chinese streets. Her idle inquiry on how he knew such, however, prompted a small lift of his shoulders. His decision to remain silent on the topic, however, was accompanied by the roar of his motorcycle's engine as the Alpha pressed his bike onwards. Effortlessly, Tetradore took up the lead, the man careful to ensure he remained only slightly ahead of Mira as he led the way further from that bridge and towards the spiraling city to their right.
They were quick to lose themselves within the crowd of Hong Kong, Tetradore purposefully choosing those far more populated streets till any fears of a police escort were but the back of their minds. For a while, he allowed the sights and sounds of the populated Asian city to astound them, those bikes stopping at any place Mira might have taken an interest within from the souvenir shops to the sweet treats that lined the bustling roads. It wasn't until mid-afternoon that the Were-King finally saw fit to lead them away from the alluring metropolis, his own tiredness finally getting the best of him as a yawn crossed his lips. His bike veered to the right as he purposefully guided the pair towards a route that led along the river and towards the open bay in the distance. It was the sight of a castle amongst the high rises that dotted the river that drew Tetradore's emerald irises as they sped along the foliage rich route. Every mile closer towards their destination seemed to become even more scenic, as if the glamorous hotel had taken into consideration their guests' arrival as the road rounded the parameter of the magnificent 'castle' with it's blue pointed roofs. How it so seemed to resemble a fairy tale!
Tetradore led Mira towards the very base of the hotel - the valet hardly even batting an eye at the two motorcycles as they quickly approached. With ease, Tetradore cut the engine of his Ninja, his helmet pulled off his head before his fingers reached up to run through his brunette locks. The valet seemed quick to place his nationality, the man holding out the palm of his hand as he spoke in accented, though nonetheless perfect, English. "I'll take care of that for you, sir.". Tetradore lifted himself off the bike, only to hand the valet the keys in question, the Alpha taking the small slip of paper he was provided in turn. "Thanks." He muttered, only to glance behind at Mira, the woman receiving much the same treatment. Tetradore reached out for the valet's slip for her motorcycle as well, only to gesture her after him and into the extravagant lobby that awaited them. The double doors were held open to the couple, granting them entrance into the brilliant white lobby. The sun shone brightly through the skylight overhead, filling the room with natural light as a fleet of receptionists greeted them in the far corner of the room with beaming smiles. Tetradore's brow rose ever so slightly as he glanced around the marbled lobby though he said little of it as he approached the equally as marbled desk. His helmet was placed gently upon the stone counter, the Alpha reaching instead for his wallet to provide her with some sort of identification as he spoke to the woman in front of him. "I have a reservation under Aiden Tetradore." He informed her, only to watch as the woman glanced at her computer screen, her smile on shining all the brighter after a moment. "Ah, Lord Tetradore, we have been expecting you. Your luggage has already arrived and been taken to your room. Here is your key.". She slid several additional papers across the counter towards him, his card ran before the pair were finally directed towards the elevator. The slight bow he was given before leaving the desk hardly went unnoticed by the man, prompting a roll of his eyes as soon as he had turned from their view. Of course, Matteo would enjoy enforcing the usage of that title on him.
His head shook ever so slightly at his internal thoughts before he directed his attention back towards Mira. "Seems kinda nice, hm?" Tetradore inquired, his vague query searching for some glimpse of approval from the girl now that they were finally afforded some sort of privacy in the quietness of the elevator. Tetradore glanced down at the key card he'd been given only to press the button that corresponded with their floor. The elevator glided steadily upwards and closer and closer towards the top of the hotel - it's ascent ceasing only three floors above the very tip-top with a soft ding. The golden doors slid open but moments later, admitting the pair entrance into an equally as glamorous hallway. Tetradore led the way, his helmet still dangling from his fingertips as they moved closer and closer towards the suite assigned to them. It hardly took long, however, before the Alpha paused, letting his key card run through the electronic lock on the door. The device beeped, the light flashing green only to admit them into their own private suite. He held the door open for Mira, letting her into the room before shutting the heavy door behind her with a gentle thud. A separated living room greeted them with magnificent views of the bay's crisp, sparkling waters. Aiden meandered past a carefully prepared study and a long dining room table before finally coming across the one room he found he so desperately desired - the bedroom. Dear God, bed never looked quite so good as it did now and yet...with a night alone with Mira...perhaps he might stave off the clutches of sleep for just a little longer.