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
For now, the Were-King was willing to let the topic of Mira's capabilities fall to the wayside. The raging emotions beneath Tetradore's mask of indifference somehow demanding his attention even as he strove to push away those thoughts that had prompted their presence within the first place. How baffling it was, the way Mira could make him feel in ways even he hardly understood. A soft breath left his lips and yet, Tetradore would not forget her promise to show him what she had uncovered about herself upon their return to Sacrosanct. In the meantime, however, he was almost keen to allow the bustling city of Hong Kong to all but envelope them. The sights and sounds of the metropolis were overwhelming as their motorcycles continued down the narrow streets through the city. Hong Kong was, quite simply, vastly more alive then Sacrosanct could ever hope to be - the streets near teeming with bodies. For several hours they played the role of the tourists they were, the couple stopping at several fruit stands and small souvenir shops that had caught Mira's intrigue. How keen she seemed to relish in the peculiar fruits and treats of this country! Their plethora of purchases only rounded out by a pair of distinctly Asian shot glasses found in the storefront of a little gift shop on the corner of an equally busy intersection.
The distance from Sacrosanct, however, was as beneficial for the Alpha as it was the woman who accompanied him. The further he was from those troubles that so often assaulted him, the more willing he was to allow those high barriers he so often built up around himself to fall. Those usually rare smiles became more frequent, his tendency for silence and stoicism broken by warm chuckles and attempts at conversation. That was, at least, until the cloud of exhaustion that so hovered over the King got the best of him. God, how desperately he needed to sleep, even despite his efforts to push off his own tiredness. The promise of the hotel that awaited them, however, eventually saw him give in as Tetradore led Mira further away from the city and towards the waterfront. The drive, fortunately, was hardly long and yet even it was nothing short of magnificent. The river rushed to their right as the Alpha continued towards the bay. Suddenly, as they rounded the corner up a manicured street, the top of the whitewashed castle could be seen, towering over the lush evergreens that surrounded it. Tetradore continued up the driveway that wrapped around the hotel and towards the entrance, the man hardly seemed to even glance upwards at the looming building and the opulence that so clearly surrounded him.
Tetradore had, peculiarly, become entirely accustomed to the way the valet so quickly rushed forward towards him as he cut the engine of the bike. The hotel's staff, after all, hardly compared to what he had experienced with his sibling's servants. Effortlessly, Tetradore swung his leg over the motorcycle, the man pulling off his helmet as his hand reached up to rake through his dark chocolate-colored locks. He offered the keys towards the valet who had approached him, exchanging them in place for a paper ticket. Tetradore was entirely oblivious to the inquisitive looks the couple received from the few other staff members that lingered outside the hotel. In some ways, after all, he was used to those blatant stares - from his history as Risque's pet to his place as King of the West to the vehicles he drove and his place as Dorian's brother, so much of his life tended to garner such curious looks. Rather, the emerald hue of the Alpha's gaze was instead focused over his shoulder as he watched in a near protective manner the elderly gentleman that approached Mira. The exchange between the pair was short-lived, however, before Tetradore took the valet ticket from her. With the tickets nestled safely in his wallet, and Mira's bag of goodies dangling from her fingers, the Alpha meandered into the magnificent ivory foyer of the hotel.
It was nothing short of utterly exceptional. The natural light from the sun filtered in through the sunlight above, washing the space in warmth even in spite of the dangling chandeliers that glistened with their own light. The polished marble underfoot near shone in perfection - the lobby surely a testament to the extravagance they'd find within the rest of the hotel. Mira's softly murmured word drew Tetradore's gaze as he offered her a small simper, only for his attention to deviate to the woman at the front desk. The utterance of his full name, titles aside, was all that was necessary to prompt a near radiant grin upon the Chinese woman across from him. His brow rose ever so slightly at the woman's usage of that very title Dorian had informed him of and yet, how utterly unsurprising it was that Matteo might choose now to force it upon him, as if gently coaxing him to become accustomed to it too in his own way. Even so, Tetradore remained the epitome of composed as he took the keys offered to him, only to make his way towards the elevator beneath the spiraling staircase. After all, those stairs would hardly take them as far up as they surely needed to go. He was almost thankful for the glimpse of privacy the elevator offered them, Tetradore lightly pressing the button for their floor. His idle inquiry of whether or not she found the place nice however, seemed to prompt a newfound bout of playfulness from the woman beside him. Gingerly, she bumped into him, that warm grin present upon her features as she keenly utilized that same title the staff had afforded him. The emerald of his eyes rolled at the utterance of 'm'lord', only for his head to shake ever so slightly. "God, not you too." He groaned though Tetradore hardly seemed greatly bothered, all the same.
The elevator only continued to rise further upward, sliding silently closer and closer towards the top. It was Mira's inquiry of how he found it, however, that prompted a shrug of his shoulders. "The internet." He answered, simply enough. He was almost thankful, really, that no one saw fit to intervene in the elevator's ascent. The ride pausing smoothly at their floor before the doors slid open to admit the pair to the far more extravagant suites. Tetradore led the way down the hallway, his gaze drifting over the numbers printed upon the doors only to stop in front of their own. Effortlessly, he slid the keycard through the electronic keypad - the light turning green. He pushed open the door, revealing the sheer magnificence of the suite that was all theirs for the evening. Tetradore glanced behind him at the soft words of shock from Mira's lips, though he hardly seemed terribly attentive to most of the rooms he wandered past. He had little care to utilize neither the living nor the dining room, the office too ignored in favor of the bedroom that he was certain called for him.
Tetradore shrugged out of his jacket as he made his way towards the massive, four-poster bed, the leather material tossed effortlessly onto the plush comforter. Briefly, his gaze shifted towards the large, open window that offered them a view of the bay and yet, his attention hardly dallied long. Rather, a yawn crossed the Alpha's lips, the man turned, sitting down upon the edge of the bed that called to him. Though it was late afternoon here, in Sacrosanct the evening had likely already come and gone. It was the weight of Mira's stare upon him that drew his gaze upwards, the girl's melodic giggle only prompted another roll to his eyes and yet, this time, it was accompanied with an almost good-natured smile. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He responded as she shrugged off her own jacket. It was her comment of his 'grand gesture' and the eventfulness of the day that he dismissed with an almost vague shrug. Tetradore, after all, had never been terribly...good..at those emotional expressions, the man often even worse at any appreciation for the gestures he did try. Mira, it seemed, was hardly different in this manner.
He watched as she turned towards the window, the Were-King leaning back upon the bed on his elbows in the process as another soft yawn left his lips. God, that teleporting and ride had taken more out of him then he had anticipated. It was the gentle utterance of his name that drew his attention back towards her, however, as Mira glanced back at him. "Hm?" He inquired, watching her as she bit her lip in hesitance. Her request prompted a small furrow of his brow as Tetradore's irises turned towards the window. He hadn't the faintest idea how the evening could prompt such desire within her and yet...it was a simple enough request. That lack of sleep, after all, was hardly new to the man. His double life so often required him to forgo the sleep his body needed. Surely this too was within his capabilities. Tetradore hardly had the chance to respond, however, before Mira insisted her ability further convince him to stay up. His brow rose inquisitively at the idea of her ways to pass the time, that was, until the woman's insistence to call him 'my lord' for the remainder of the evening. "I'd rather you didn't." He insisted, though his gaze still lingered upon her as gestured slightly towards the bed he was already half laying on. For a moment, Tetradore's eyes followed her hand, eying the comfortable pillows. It was short-lived, however, before his attention turned back towards her in vague curiosity. "What did you have in mind?"