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

but your jealousy is more blind than luck


Posted on April 11, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you


In poignant silence, the Were King's emerald irises bore into the trembling figure of his clearly distressed sibling. His arms remained crossed over his chest in an all too visible gesture of how closed off he was to her, even in spite of those tears that threatened to pour over her waterline and turned her dark brown eyes glassy. A frown tugged at the corners of his lips as he listened to her fractured words. At the very least, Nadya was right about one thing. None of this made any sense. It didn't make sense how she could so easily forget a man she'd once torn apart their family for - all the emotional turmoil she had caused with her selfish demands still tore at the heart of the man who strove to show little more than sheer apathy to the world at large. His gaze turned briefly from in consideration as the Were-King swallowed, the man struggling to filter through Nadya's peculiar behavior and the old wounds that resurfaced at the very thought of his sister. Eventually a soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore's attention returned towards her. Regardless of what had happened between them, she was still his sister.

"That might be how it once was but not anymore." He commented as he stepped forward and towards the staircase, easily moving past her slender figure. "You can shower in one of the guest rooms. I'll call Frost to come get you. I assume he has the twins. Mira will bring you some clothes and some food." He hardly bothered to explain those names he uttered. The pack had changed since Nadya had left. She, surely, was hardly staying long enough to make it worth introductions. He could only assume Frost might be able to shed some light on what had occurred to his sister to put her in such a state to return to him after all these years. He paused to glance back down the stairs towards her. "Come on." He commented, hurrying the girl along before the Alpha picked up his gait once more. He maneuvered through the hallways of the new yacht with distinct ease, only to pause in front of a door that hardly seemed much different then the others that lined the hall in the same uniformity. Tetradore turned the knob - pushing the door open to reveal the minimalistic but, undoubtedly luxurious interior. The far wall was covered with tinted floor to ceiling windows, providing an unbroken view of the ocean. A queen side bed sat against the opposite wall, framed with two bed stands. A door in the far corner was opened, providing a glimpse to the darkened adjoining bathroom. "If you need anything else, Mira will help you."

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