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

and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains


Posted on April 15, 2020 by henry tudor
West



Henry did not like, nor want, the advice that Tetradore was giving him. According to him, if Henry loved him, which he did with every cell in his body, he should try to make him happy even if it wasn't with him. He wanted to be the one to make Sterling happy. He wanted to be the one to light up with bright blue eyes, to make his lips curl into a smile, to make his heart skip a beat. Helping someone else to do that to him would only make the ache in his heart hurt all the more. It definitely wasn't something he wanted to do. "That's shit advice from my point of view." It might be good advice for Sterling and help him heal and move on, but it wouldn't help Henry.

When Henry pointed out that he hadn't seemed to care before, and that this was a strange new development in their relationship, Tet gave the excite (because that's what it was) that he had simply been busy. Too busy to care that he was losing one of his pack members. He should make time for his vectors. "That's just about the worst excuse known to man. If you cared at all, you should have made time." Henry wasn't wrong but perhaps his delivery could have been a little smoother.

When he finally resigned to going out with Tetradore, he stood and easily slipped his jeans over his hips. He kicked on some flip flops that were covered in small little teeth marks. He sighed as he followed the other out of the room only to groan when he said they were going to buy a car. Henry had never really been into cars and he was probably the only person on the planet who didn't care what got him from point A to point B. But no matter how much he might be indifferent to cars, he would not be able to stay home. Tetradore had already made that point perfectly clear.

As he walked silently down the hallway, he wondered what life would be like if Tetradore put as much effort into his pack as he put into his cars. It was probably a below the belt comment to make at this particular point in the morning, so Henry remained mostly quiet on the matter. "Why cars?" It was more a question about why cars were what got his blood pumping and not other things. Some preferred art, some working out, and some preferred video games. Henry didn't think he really had a hobby like that. He'd never much cared to collect things or drive things and he certainly wasn't artistic. He really wasn't good at anything if he was being honest with himself.




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