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

she ain't never gonna leave, alright alright


Posted on April 05, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West


Imprudently, Askaree seemed determined to impose upon the Western King's domain as she whisked past him and into the comfortable depths of his bedroom. His muttered complaint of her intrusion seemed to go entirely unnoticed by the woman, or she simply chose not to offer a response. The Were-King turned from the still empty doorway, his hands burying themselves within the kangaroo pouch of his dark colored hoodie. The girlish whimsicalness that Asakree was so effortlessly able to muster was all but lost upon the stoic man as he regarded her singing voice with little more than disinterest. Perhaps it was his apathy that so prompted the woman's determination and yet, she seemed eager to invade his personal space as he inquired after his capability to rid himself of her. That reptilian simper upon her features held a distinct mischievousness within it that spoke volumes of that lie that so effortlessly left her lips, even as she danced away from him and deeper into the confines of his bedroom. An audible sigh echoed from the Were-King before his brow arched ever so slightly.

Oh how little Askaree knew of Tetradore and his desires, the woman revealing just as much as she insisted that he surely desired little more than to get out and have fun instead of wallowing in his own 'sadness'. Fun. She had no idea how difficult it was to have 'fun' in the wake of those evenings spent with Risque, when the venom that raced through his veins brought visions of nightmares to his waking reality, when he watched figments of everything and everyone he cared for die in front of him, when the chains of his own captivity still left raw red ribbons upon his skin. Oh yes, how easy it was to just go off, take a joyride and pretend all of it simply didn't exist. Tetradore's lips pressed together in a firm line as he regarded Askaree, that pout upon her lips doing little to persuade him so much as the simple knowledge that she was ill inclined to leave him. "What do you want, Askaree?" After all, for all of her talk of fun and games, she had yet to truly propose anything quite at all to the melancholy puddle of a King.

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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