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
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 27, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
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Ahh, how the scent of coffee so assaulted his senses! The roasted beans somehow comforting in comparison to the smoke and fire he was certain the pair smelled of. Even the thought of it was enough to make his nose wrinkle ever so slightly. The sonner the pair got home, the sooner her could shower and put the day's events behind him. Frankly, it would be quite welcomed. He watched as the barista moved behind the counter as if she'd made those ordered drinks a thousand times, and really, she probably had. Nevertheless, Tetradore was content to fill Alexis in on those thoughts that had fluttered through his mind - things she might find more fulfilling then merely healing the injured fighters only fo them to get up and fight all over again. The Were-King, after all, was hardly oblivious to the very effect his often hectic schedule had upon the pack. It had been made clear to him over and over again that his absence was not greatly appreciated. Alexis would hardly serve as an adequate replacement but...perhaps...she might at least help those newer members become more...acclimiated to their new life within the pack. The emerald of his irises turned towards her as he finished speaking, inquisitive of what she might think of that responsibility he wished to place upon her.

He watched as her lips turned upwards in a small smile, the girl readily agreeing to the idea as she spoke her thoughts of the members in particular that he was worried about. It was the very mention of Harley, however, that caused Tetradore to snort. "Frankly, I don't think she likes anyone." He commented dryly. Harley had her reasons for keeping the pack at an arms length...for keeping him at an arms length, and yet...perhaps Alexis might be able to wiggle through that tough facade she presented to the world. "Just...try not to hold it against Harley...she just...needs some help to see that being a were is not all that bad." Tetradore offered, glancing back towards the Barista as she called out their order. He stepped forward to grab the two to go cups, nodding briefly at the girl in a silent thanks before he retreated to Alexis side. "Here." Tetradore commented, giving her the beverage she ordered. "Let's go home. Today's been shit enough, I don't want to give it a chance to get worse."