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

and you could be my enemy


Posted on May 15, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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


The Alpha paused upon the staircase, his emerald irises cast backward towards his sister as he eyed her in consideration. "It sank." He responded bluntly after several moments before turning to again lead the way up the staircase. Tetradore continued to speak as he walked, insisting he'd phone his sister's boyfriend to come fetch her. Her children, after all, were probably a handful without their mother. His sibling's comments upon the were-horse's name caused him to glance backward at her, those emerald eyes giving away distinctly little as he eyed her for a brief moment before continuing to lead the way down the hallway. He paused in front of the guest rooms, opening the door to reveal a far different interior then the previous rooms once had. The new yacht was the very epitome of modern luxury, showcased in every aspect from the large windows to the clean woodwork and minimalistic aesthetic. He watched as Nadya moved to stand in the middle of the room, her gaze sweeping over the interior before staring out to the ocean spread out before them. For several moments, he let her remain there in silence before the Alpha informed her of Mira's arrival and the clothes and food he'd ensure his girlfriend brought with her.

Her inquiry of who, exactly, Mira was, was hardly as surprising as the many other questions his sister had asked. The wolf, after all, had joined Nightshade only after Nadya had already left the pack behind her. Just how much he wished to say of his relations with the girl, however, was another matter entirely. His sibling's second question was far easier to answer, Tetradore entirely content to simply leave it there. "She's pack." The Alpha answered simply, his arms across his chest as he leaned against the door frame. He watched as his sister's fingers toyed with the fabric of the scrubs she wore, only to insist on leaving...by herself. A small frown crossed his features as he eyed the young woman in front of him, the man silent for several long moments. "...if there's something going on between you and Frost, I'm not going to get between it...but if you're not going to leave with Frost him I'd rather you stayed. I'm not going to throw you out on the streets, Nadya. But I am still going to call him. He has your children, doesn't he?" There might have been few good memories between the two of them but Tetradore had still promised their father to take care of her - those sort of promises were ones of particular importance to the man, overriding even his own feelings and experiences with his sister. At the very least, with her in the Ark, he knew she was safe, even if Tetradore knew he was likely inviting a world of...trouble and difficulty and pain with Nadya's reemergence within his life.