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

whispers that we're on the same team


Posted on July 24, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West


There was a noteworthy hint of suspicion within the depths of the Were-King's vibrant emerald irises. That sickeningly sweet coo to her voice was so blatantly reminiscent of his own mistress that Tetradore was certain whatever came next would not be to his fancy. He watched in stoic silence as Askaree fished her phone from wherever it had been, her thumb gracefully moving across the screen before she presented him with a car...one that was seemingly supposed to impress the Alpha. Classic vehicles had...never truly been the Were-King's forte. He preferred the power of those modern engines, the speed and torque within those pistons surely dwarfing her oldened vehicle. His brow rose as he glanced between the screen and the young woman in front of him, Tetradore clearly unimpressed with what he had been presented with. Her inquiry of it's beauty prompted an audible snort to his nose as Tetradore offered her a vague shrug. "I...guess....if you want something old...slow....crap." He retorted and yet, it was the declaration of the car belonging to an Italian in the North that prompted his eyebrows to furrow, his gaze narrowing ever so slightly.

"Who does it belong to, Askaree?" This was a vital question, as far as Tetradore was concerned. After all, with his own involvement in the Italian throne...Tetradore could hardly afford to slight someone of noteworthiness. He had little intention of making things...difficult for his brother for the crocodile woman's benefit. Such thoughts, however, remained safely tucked within the depths of his mind as Askaree slid her phone back into her pocket, the woman insisting he assist her in her endeavor, only to inquire about 'borrowing' one of his own...ponies? Tetradore could only assume she was referring to those vehicles tucked safely within the depths of his garage. An audible snort left his nose as he regarded the girl in clear judgment. "No," Tetradore responded firmly, this a point he was hardly willing to allow her. No one was given free reign of his vehicles. Certainly not a woman whom he'd crossed paths with on a handful of times at best. "I'll teleport you there if you want." Tetradore offered in its place, willing to at least let her be on her merry way away from his Ark and his cars if he could help it.

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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