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.

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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

left its seeds while i was sleeping


Posted on March 22, 2020 by henry tudor
West



The weeks following the breakup had been hard, far harder than he had wanted to admit. He felt as though his world was ending because I reality, Sterling had always been his world. Sterling had been the man who kept him breathing. His love had been the one thing that had pulled him out of so many things. It brought them out of amnesia for Christ's sake. They had fallen in love all over again so surely that was fate right? Surely they were meant to be together forever. But Raven had given him advice and he had followed it. That same advice that ruined what he and Sterling had. Where Henry had wanted to move forward with love and honesty, Sterling had taken it to mean something totally different. And now he had lost the man forever.

However, Tetradore's simple lack of respect for his pain and discomfort was aggravating. He didn't give a damn about his relationship troubles and clearly, his comment about the boy being alive was testament to that fact. "Alive, yes...but he basically told me to fuck off." He had tried to be honest and it bit him in the ass. But knowing that Tetradore didn't give a rats ass about his relationship, it hardly made Henry willing to share just exactly what had happened. He'd probably get more sympathy from the dog rummaging through his things than Tetradore. His question about what he had done had Henry looking up at him with a glare. "Why? You've ever bothered to care before." He was probably only making an effort so he might get Henry out of this slump. But it would not be easy. A shattered heart would take a lot more than superglue to put back together again.

Sitting on the bed, the puppy coming to jump up and place his paws on Henry's thighs, his tail wagging and his tongue attempting to give him kisses. Henry brushed him off as Tetradore began to explain that truly, he could take Henry wherever he wanted. Henry knew it to be true. That bond with Tetradore was something that could not be broken. And if Tet puled on those strings, Henry would have no choice but to comply like an unwilling marionette doll.

He sighed in defeat, standing off the bed and reaching for the jeans he had kicked off the night before. He slipped them over his hips, buttoning them just below his waist. Slipping on a pair of brown suede flip flops, he looked up at Tet. "So where am I being drug to?" He should at least tell him where he's being forced to go so he can be somewhat mentally prepared. At least knowing would give him a moment to fix his face so he didn't look like he hated wherever they were going.




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