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

Mira Ramos

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on July 02, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

The roar of the crowds had been a resounding cacophony that filled the hull of the Ark, even if Tetradore's win had become almost expected. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stood in front of the human figure that had once been his enemy, his caramel skin glistening with sweat from the heat of the focused lighting overhead and the exertion of his feline body to bring down his much larger prey. The air was filled with the stench of blood, perspiration, and alcohol. The striking emerald of his irises fell upon the man at his feet as the Were-King reached down to offer the fellow a hand up. He could see the disgruntlement upon the Were's features, the caucasian clearly warring internally on whether or not to accept the help before, eventually, his hand reached up to fit within Tetradore's own. He pulled the fellow to his feet, only to clasp the man on his unbloodied shoulder. "Nice try, Ben." He commented gruffly before leading the way towards the edge of the ring. The crowd nearly enveloped the Alpha as he moved through them, their elation leading to a courage as a unit to touch the man in a way that they so rarely did as he was subjected to numerous comments of 'good job' and 'congratulations' and 'I knew he couldn't beat you!'. It was almost a relief by the time Tetradore broke through the crowd and to the base of the steps of the staircase that led towards his throne and the rest of the Ark.

A soft breath left the Alpha's lips as he climbed the stairs, only to move down the hallway and deeper into the ship. The sounds of the fights were muffled the further and further away he moved until, finally, the noise dissipated altogether as the man opened the doors of his bedroom. The door was left cracked, hinting, perhaps, to the man's relatively decent mood as he beelined towards his bathroom. His shirt had been lost somewhere downstairs, taken off and discarded before he had shifted. Jackal probably had stashed it somewhere. His jeans hung loosely on his waist, his body still covered with various scratches, cuts, and scrapes from the claws of the Tiger. By tomorrow they'd be mere scars before fading away entirely. His shoulders rolled in an effort to rid himself of the ache as he stepped into the bathroom - the dim glow of the yellow lights flickered on overhead at his movement. The glass wall across from the room offered him a view of the impossibly dark waters of Sacrosanct's bay. The very color mirrored ebony the cold ebony floor of his bathroom. The freestanding infinity tub at the center of the room had the same soft glow about it, lit from underneath as a veritable beacon for the Were-King, one he was willing to give into.

He strode over towards the bathtub, turning on the faucet to fill the tub with the hottest heat it was capable of offering him. The rushing sound of water was almost relaxing, drawing the man's thoughts inward as his emerald eyes turned towards the abyss of the ocean waves outside. For several moments he merely stood there, waiting for the tub to fill while his mind was so clearly elsewhere - at least, until the sound of his name drew the Alpha back to the present. Tetradore's gaze turned over his shoulder, the very voice that called for him was one he could place anywhere. "In here." He responded, turning where he stood to eye the feminine figure of his girlfriend as she tentatively stepped into the entryway. She seemed to linger there, as if she was unsure of...something, her very demeanor somehow different from normal. That subtle deviation caused his brows to furrow as he eyed her, only for the rushing sound of the bathtub pouring over and into the groove beside it to draw his attention. Tetradore reached down, turning off the facet before his gaze darted back towards his girlfriend. "What is it?" He inquired, prompting her onward without entirely admitting the peculiarity within her demeanor that he'd so astutely caught onto.

My heart is just to dark too care. I can't destroy what isn't there

so if you love me let me go

Deliver me into my fate & leave me with my sins
If you still care, don't ever let me know