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.

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
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 December 07, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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Tetradore led the way towards the peculiarly named bakery he'd chosen to take Alexis to, the man paused, glancing over his shoulder only at Alexis' inquiry over whether or not her boyfriend and Tetradore knew one another. The lie fell from his lips easily enough, the Alpha nothing if not well-practiced in the art of deceit. Oftentimes, however, it was simply misleading by omission - this was the first true lie he'd ever really told the girl and yet...this was not his place to invade. The Were-King could tell by the look upon Alexis' face that she hardly believed him. Her eyes seemed to narrow ever so slightly, her lips pursing in discontent though she didn't seem terribly inclined to press him on the matter. Truthfully, it was for the best. Tetradore was quick to brush the matter under the rug as he opened the door to the warm little cafe of sorts. It was oh so easy to distract the girl when the tantalizing scent of coffee and sweet treats so filled the air. It was enough to make even his mouth water with desire...and how the heat would feel nice against the rawness of his throat, the smoke alone still felt as if it was suffocating his lungs, even though Tetradore knew it was all in his head.

Softly he inhaled, reminding himself of that very fact before he turned his attention back towards the young woman beside him. She seemed to be doing far better now, Alexis near admitting to just as much before inquiring after himself. Her concern was largely brushed off, though it seemed his answer prompted a hint of...dissatisfaction within the girl. Tetradore's brow rose though he said little of his observation. Rather, the man turned his emerald irises towards the sign hanging on the back wall behind the bar, even though he knew well what he desired. He placed his order with a certainty that only came from frequenting the establishment, the Were-King oblivious of the inquisitive look he'd garnered from Alexis in the process. His own thoughts, after all, were focused instead upon the young woman's future as the two waited for their beverage. Tetradore glanced over towards Alexis as he offered something beyond her involvement in the fights and the frequent border patrol he knew she often did. A weak simper crossed his features at her wishes for the fighters to take better care of themselves, something that they both knew was rather futile with the rough and tumble crowd that frequented the Ark. Her inquiry, however, caused Tetradore's shoulders to shrug ever so slightly. "Well...some of the newer members could use a bit of help...adjusting to pack life. Henry spends most of his time in his room and...Harley would rather die then be in the same room with me. Carolina could use a little push to join us. So...maybe you could be like...the welcome party, I guess? I don't always have the time to spend with them as I should."

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