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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on September 07, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Tetradore had known for sometime that something existed between Alexis and his grandfather, the young woman so frequently returned to the Ark drenched in that familiar smell and yet, for some time now, the Alpha had chosen his silence on the matter. He had hoped that one of the two might see fit to inform him of whatever the extent of their relationship was, beyond the speculations that Aiden had been forced to garner from their silence. That soft breath that left Alexis lips as her gaze turned upwards again towards the billowing smoke that dotted the horizon hardly went unnoticed by the Were-King, though Tetradore himself hardly appeared perturbed in the slightest of the destruction that he'd left within his wake. Her admittance, when it came, however, was hardly unexpected, though the extent of the couple's involvement with one another caused an audible sound from his lips. He could feel the almost uneasy weight of her irises upon him as he smoothly drove the sports car through the familiar streets of the West. His question, however, seemed to almost set her on edge. Another almost steadying breath upon her lips momentarily drew his gaze towards the woman, albeit briefly before the road demanded the majority of his attention.

The apology he was finally offered prompted little more than silence from the man and yet, her words had hit him far deeper then he suspected she had ever intended them to. She was not the first within the pack to express his preoccupation with other matters, even if Tetradore doubted Alexis had meant it in such a manner. Softly, the Were-King exhaled, his hand reaching up to run through those brunette locks. "Alexis..." He started finally, the man more than often avoided those more emotional displays, enough so that this took notable effort. "....you are important too. If you had said something...we would have made time." Tetradore paused as they left the Western boundary, the vehicle so quickly overtaking even those busier Eastern roads. "Is there anything else? That you hadn't found the time for?" He inquired as the familiar sight of his preferred bakery appeared within view. They hardly had the tea and coffee to rival his grandfather but...for the moment...maybe it was a good thing to take her out of her element. Besides, they had the best chocolate chip cookies in town.

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