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 all the shit she done is for me


Posted on September 08, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West


If there was any one trait that the Were-King was known for, it was his profound passion for those sleek speedy automobiles that occupied the Ark's renovated garage. Those brands he chose were known for the sheer power they'd brought to the car world, from those sleek rims to the carefully engineered aerodynamics of the chassis, Tetradore took an interest in only the very best of those vehicles, his preferences decidedly selective. That old, black car he was presented with, however, fell drastically short of the Alpha's standards and yet, he was unsurprised that this did not perturb Askaree in the slightest. After all, most cars failed to intrigue the man and Askaree had made it abundantly clear that she, in turn, cared particularly little of his own thoughts on any manner. Still, he watched in mute indifference as the black mobile device was slid effortlessly back into her pocket, a near mischievous grin blossoming upon her painted lips as she glanced up at him with a smugness that failed to be truly justified. The words that left her lips, that insult, was enough to prompt an audible snort from Tetradore's nose.

"You don't know shit about cars if you think whatever is under that hood can beat one of my sportscars." His head shook ever so slightly, the man entirely caught off guard by Askaree's blatantly egotistical and utterly delusional beliefs - that respect she'd once garnered from the Were-King so quickly evaporating with her comparison of those powerful machines he housed to a fucking scooter. "Let me tell you something about your 1967 Shelby, Askaree. That piece of shit is an inline rear wheel drive, modern engines are transverse mounted front wheel drives - you'd have to completely redo the powertrain control system and all the electrical the car looks for to control everything from your fuel injection to your fucking air conditioner and even if this douche bag put in the effort to do that, that car has higher ground clearance, weighs about a thousand pounds more, and has shittier aerodynamics the any one of my....Vespas...so no matter what engine you put in that junk, I will still beat you to the finish line every single time."

The Alpha might have been willing to overlook Askaree's invasion into his private quarters, he might have been willing to ignore her demands and her affronts towards himself...but those cars...they were the singular passion that Tetradore had allowed himself and, in turn, the one thing he was fiercely protective of. His interest in assisting with the theft of that car, however, was decreasing with every syllable that left the reptilian woman's lips. Her admittance, albeit in a roundabout colorful manner, that the owner of this particular wagon was none other than the Godfather of the Italian Mafia. "You want me....to help you steal the car from the Italian Mafia. Are you fucking insane? Why would I start a fucking turf war for you?" Oh, he knew well of the Mafia, the balance between those Western powers a distinctly delicate thing and one he had little intention of upsetting without a very good reason. It was her inquiry of weather or not they were friends that had Tetradore provide her with little more than an unimpressed glare. Her query to borrow one of his 'vespas', as she'd taken to calling it, was met with an immediate decline. After all, if she couldn't at least hold some ounce of an appreciation for those vehicles, he saw little reason why she should so much as lay a finger upon them.

That offer to teleport her was, perhaps, the extent of what he was willing to provide. That street was one he knew well, the Alpha simply choosing to ignore her name calling...yet again, at least, until she proclaimed him a 'dickhead'. "Yeah, well, you weren't being such a fucking self-righteous bitch last time either." He muttered, stooping to her level, as he held out his hand for her, that single touch was all he needed and then he could rid himself of her and her idiotic belief that some expensive classic car could take on his treasured Lamborghinis.

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