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

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Posted on November 18, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
Ring, ring, ring!

A small frown crossed Tetradore's features as his hand reached out for the phone on the corner of his desk, his emerald irises never once leaving the contract in front of him, even as he lifted the receiver from the cradle. "What?" He questioned, fully aware that the call had to come from inside the Ark in order to reach his desk in the first place.

"Uh, sir, I think there's a guy here asking about you..."

"So?" Requests to see the Were-King were, after all, hardly a rare thing. Many came to the Ark seeking an audience with him, whether it was to fight against him in the ring, to request admittance into the pack, or to ask after his involvement in far more...shady affairs. Tetradore hardly had the time or the desire to entertain each interested inquiry, few ever really making it to the man in the first place any more.

"...well, he asked for an Aiden Tetradore...is that your first name?"

"No." He answered flatly and immediately, his gaze finally turning upward from his work with a small frown tugging his features. Few called him by his given name, Tetradore making every point to keep it that way. To have a stranger ask after him by that name did invoke some level of ire within the man. "Who was it asking and where are they now?"

"I've never seen him before. He just got in the ring to fight."

A gruff grunt was all Tetradore gave his bartender before hanging up the phone. His gaze danced back over the contract as he picked up his pen, his last name scribbled upon the line at the bottom. He pushed his chair back, the Alpha standing as a soft sigh left his lips. He had held little intention of venturing down to the ring tonight, Tetradore having even less desire to deal with this mysterious person and yet...nor did he intend to tolerate his name to be utilized so carefreely. He made his way down through the underbelly of the Ark, the luxurious hallways distinctly quiet tonight - a sharp contrast to the boisterous ruckus that greeted Tetradore the moment he stepped out into the hull that contained the ever busy fights. Immediately his attention turned to the ring, only to eye the liger that faced off with a black bear. A liger was...rare by all means, if only because the males were sterile - a result of their genes mixing in ways they certainly should not. This one was the first that Tetradore had ever actually seen. His brow rose silently as he leaned on the bannister, simply watching impassively as the fight unfolded beneath him.

It hardly mattered to Tetradore if the stranger won or lost, though his keen eye was more than capable of noting the end of a fight lingering near. He stepped away from the edge of the platform, only to make his way down the stairs that led into the belly of the beast. Generally speaking, Tetradore detested crowds, the dias he so often lounged upon was made for that very reason. And yet, here, in the Ark, he had gotten used to moving amongst the throng of people, to projecting that very confidence and status as Alpha in order to make them move around him rather then trying to fight his way through them. His very presence alone tended to part the metaphorical red sea as Tetradore made his way towards the ring and the fighters now exiting it. He paused right within the pathway of the strange young man, his arms crossed over his chest as he beset the fellow with a cold glare. The crowd around him gave him at least several feet as they gathered, wholly curious of the interaction between the two men. "Who the fuck are you?" He questioned, though it sounded more like a demand, his voice was quiet and low, hardly enough to carry throughout the Ark and yet, when the Alpha spoke, they tended to listen.
Now the beast has come to play

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