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 (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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
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

TOBI :: the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on September 07, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Freedom was an entirely new concept to the were-panther, despite the childhood that had become nothing more then some nearly forgotten past. For far too long Tetradore had existed in some fashion of captivity, his youthful and impressionable persona shaped and molded till the young adventurous boy had transformed into a dangerously somber man. It had taken him a while to get used to the notion that he was finally free of the vampire witch that had haunted him for so long. For the first few days Tetradore had existed in some state of constant paranoia - waiting for the woman and her slaves to stumble upon him and drag him back to whatever hell hoe they had come from. Eventually, however, that unease had passed and with it came a profound new sense of doldrums that, quite frankly, Tetradore didn't know how to cope with. Life with Risque had rarely been without a dull moment and now that she was gone - so too was the action, the excitement, the adrenaline, the nightmares and the horrors. It made the man restless, enough so that he finally departed from the apartment of the young vampire whose residence his pack had taken over.

For a while he had wandered, simply taking in the sights of the city he was so often denied. The pleasures he yearned for, however, were not easily come by, despite his longing stare of the pies in the window of the bakery on the corner of the street in the east side. Everything came with a price, one which Risque's limitlessly supply of income no longer paid for. His last present from Tobias was still stashed within the auburn haired girl's apartment, the dollars stored for a rainy day that Tetradore knew would be coming and yet, a part of the man felt rather materialistic desire for more. If he was going to provide for his makeshift family, something was going to have to be done. Truth be told, his animalistic side couldn't help but to agree. For their pack to live strong, their territory would need to expand. It was a notion that he'd been toying with for quite sometime, one that eventually led the fellow down towards the dilapidated western warehouses. Here the scent of Tobias still lingered strongly, here he could feel the boy near. For a while he'd simply meandered, getting familiar with the conquest that his companion had already won and yet, even it was not truly the prize that Tetradore desired.

It took him a bit longer then he cared to admit to find the floating barge again, his memory of the trek to it was dependent upon the evening sights and smells. Now, in the dusk hours, everything looked slightly different, the colors more vibrant, the breeze warmer, the smell saltier. He merely stood in front of it, watching the decks as the nightlife began to stir around him. He knew that Tobias would find him. He knew his friend would pick up his scent and come investigate - all he had to do was wait and bind his time. It was only at Tobias' eventual approach that Tetradore finally stirred, his emerald gaze still settled upon the boat as he spoke with a surprising amount of placidity. "Tonight....that boat will be ours." His head turned, his attention falling upon Tobias with complete and utter trust that even in the face of what was surely one of his most perilous plots, Tobias would no doubt be at his side until their mission had been carried out.

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