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

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Posted on May 06, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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But in spite of my trying, I feel like I'm dying


Oh, how obvious that look of utter detest was upon Henry's features. That very advice so clearly failed to resonate with his Vector, though perhaps Tetradore shouldn't have been surprised. He'd never had the privilege to love someone as thoroughly and unabashedly as Henry had. Every soul he'd ever held some vague emotion for had been violently ripped from the Were-King's grasp, leaving the man left with little more than that very care from afar that he had suggested Henry attempt. How entirely different the two men were and how eager Henry seemed to point out that very fact time and time again. His vector's bluntness, however, hardly perturbed the Alpha in the slightest, a small glimpse of consideration crossed his features before his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. "Yeah, probably." He offered, hardly arguing his point when he was so certain that, in this area, he was certainly lacking any experience to offer any sort of guidance that might help his vector.

He hardly anticipated, however, for the conversation to instead turn sharply to how absent he'd been. Henry had seemingly associated his neglect to their relationship to somehow...not caring for his vector, that declaration that he'd been busy faced with little more than a look of incredulity. There was a certain bitterness to Henry's tone, the man so clearly confronting his Alpha where no one else had been nearly so bold to do. A part of him was hardly ignorant that the pack had noticed his frequent absences but he hadn't considered before how much it mattered to them. He had thought bringing together the band of misfits might be enough to give them all what they were lacking - a family...a place to belong...all of it without requiring his constant presence or encouragement. Clearly he had been wrong. A soft sigh left his lips, the vibrant emerald of his gaze fluttered towards the puppy that had taken to chewing on a shoe he'd found. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'll...work on that." Tetradore responded, those words altogether rare to leave his lips.

Tetradore was almost grateful that chastising had come to an end as Henry resigned himself to his fate, his vector finally pulling on his jeans only to wrestle the flip flops away from Ace, even if the puppy had thought it a grand game. Soon enough, the pair of men were headed down the hallway, Henry's inquiry prompting a vague explanation from Tetradore of his intentions for the afternoon. That very idea of a car, however, prompted an audible groan from his vector, immediately drawing the emerald of his irises. A small frown fluttered across his features though he remained otherwise silent. Rather, it wasn't until Henry asked why he put so much of his focus on those vehicles that Tetradore's lips parted. Henry was hardly the first to ask why, though Tetradore found himself expanding upon his usual vagueness if only to explain why he was dragging Henry along with him when the man clearly had no interest in spending even a moment with his Alpha. "They give me a chance to feel free. Cars...they...demand your attention. When you're driving a hundred and sixty down the switchbacks in the mountains, you're not thinking about...Sterling or your breakup. You have to focus on the bend coming up and how your going to not kill yourself getting around it so fast. Sometimes...it's just nice to get out of your head for a bit...." He glanced over at Henry, his hand reaching out to dangle a pair of keys in front of the man. "Do you want to try or...just going to keep groaning at me?" He inquired, offering Henry that which he offered so few - the keys to his beloved Aventador.