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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on October 03, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

It pained him in ways that even he was unable to comprehend to stare at her fair flesh for too long. Her face was forever imprinted in his memory, the moment that he had stood silently by as the blood drained from her flesh upon the floor. He still remembered the mental fight within those moments, the way her power practically crushed his will despite the way he so fought against her. In the end - she had won...just like every other time before it. She had over powered him. She had taken the girl's life and he was left facing the consequences of his perceived inaction. His gaze traced the rise and fall of the crashing waves, hardly even expecting her to take the offered sea shell. Her touch upon his palm was brief at best, her skin cold against his too hot flesh and yet that single touch, the sensation of her slender fingertips against his lingered far longer then perhaps she would understand. His hand withdrew, falling lifeless upon his knee as he continued to look out to the ocean, almost concerned that one false move might send the girl fleeing like a doe. He could hear the smile on her lips, the way her voice was pitched to be almost positive at his family's continued presence though it too is fleeting before she is once again faced with the reality that he surely helped caused.

A soft sigh left the male's lips, his attention shifting to the sand beneath him as he offered her the slightest of nods. "I understand." It was the only thing he said, the only thing he could really say given the situation. Tetradore allowed the silence to persist between them, if only because he knew of no way in which he could safely break it. He let his fingers dig through the sand, as if the simple occupation of something would somehow make their delicate situation at least some what less awkward. It was a fool's attempt, of course, even Tetradore knew that but it was better then any other notion he might have had. Thankfully, he wasn't the only one who'd noticed the crushing stillness between them. At her inquiry, his gaze rose, briefly shifting to her if only to see just where she was directing her attention to. A small frown crossed his lips as he eyed the outline of the Ark within the distance. Taking over the ship had not nearly been as easy as he had anticipated, leaving the man with peculiarly mixed emotions on just what he had achieved.

"Yes." His voice was soft when he did finally speak, his head tilting to the side as his eyebrows knitted together, trying to find the words to describe the place he'd taken up residence. "You wouldn't like it there." Tetradore added after a moment's of thought. A soft, sad laugh left his lips, "It's a lot like Syn actually. It's funny really....I hated that damned dance club so much and yet I end up in a place just like it." It was something he had contemplated far more then he was willing to admit. Syn was the place Risque had chosen. It was her lair and yet, now that he had his freedom - it was only in places as obscure and obscene as that which he felt he actually fit in. She had turned him into her own personal monster and, quite frankly, he hadn't the faintest idea of how to stop being it. "Oh well." He commented softly, leaning back into the stand in an almost feline like fashion, his emerald gaze staring upwards at the sky.

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