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 February 28, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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It was Tetradore's duty to see his pack kept safe - his ability to protect each and every one of them, to give them the carefree, familial like life they had entirely why they followed him. Admittedly, Tetradore was hardly concerned for his own welfare as the flames pressed closer and closer in on them, the air cloyed with smoke that threatened to overwhelm them. Alexis' safety remained at the forefront of his thoughts as he insisted she leave through the same hole she'd first entered the warehouse in. Vehemently her head shook, the girl fighting the very idea before the Alpha's emerald gaze cut towards her. The look he gave her alone seemed to prompt some level of compliance within her, her shoulders relaxing in some clear glimpse of her own surrender. "I promise, I'll be out." He assured her, as he watched the young woman sigh. That bubble of sweet air the fox had provided them faltered, the smoke once again near attacking them. Tetradore could hardly help the cough that wracked his own fit physique as he watched Alexis shift, her slender body condensing down to that small crimson colored fox. The Were-King trailed after her, ensuring she safely escaped from the small hole she'd entered in before he even began to contemplate his own teleportation. In truth, he could have likely teleported them both out of the warehouse and yet, for all the confidence he had attempted to convey, Tetradore was uncertain of his own ability to concentrate when those memories coaxed to life from the fire that surrounded him so distracted him.

It took several moments of thought, most of which were punctured only by the man's cough and near wheezing breaths, before he was able to summon his own shadows. Quickly enough, however, they embraced the Were-King, spitting him outside of the burning warehouse relatively unharmed. How eagerly he gulped in the clear air, his lungs near burning though he said little of it as he beckoned Alexis to his side. It wouldn't be long, he was sure, till the Hunters who had commandeered his cargo began to keep an eye on the warehouse to ensure no one intervened. For several moments, the pair fell slightly as they made their way back towards the waiting vehicle. God, Tetradore had never been so happy to see his own damn car before. It was only once they arrived that Alexis paused to shift back into her human form, the Alpha waiting only as long as that shift took to complete before he commented upon his own need for a drink. He was hardly prepared for the bubbling laughter of the woman beside him, his emerald eyes turning towards her as she began to cough all over again. It was her comment of her throat, however, that prompted a soft sound of bemusement from the man before his head shook ever so slightly. "It probably won't help at all." He admitted with a small shrug as he opened the drivers side door. "We could go to a cafe if you rather...though speaking of...did you ever intend to tell me what's going on with you and that Hunter. I smell him on you all the time." Tetradore left out the part where he knew Alexander, much less his own relationship with the man. Rather, he was far more willing to let Alexis admit as much as she desired as he gestured towards the vehicle, willing to forgo his liquor for coffee instead.

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