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 09, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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It was peculiar, how little the pair had known each other, how rarely they had interacted and yet, how much history existed between them. Their brief but dramatic history was the foundation of every encounter - at least for Tetradore at any rate. He was still surprised the auburn haired woman even bothered to speak to him, especially considering how little they conversed within her apartment and how wide of a berth he gave her. Tetradore was oblivious to the fashion at which the young vampire purposefully squelched her discontent at his efforts to perceive the places where he should most certainly not take her. He hadn't realized that his desire to take her into consideration would create such an effect within her...though had he known then he likely wouldn't have been terribly surprised either which way. Regardless, he fell entirely silent after his short observation on the state of his life, his emerald eyes cast out to sea as if he was aware of how much his gaze set the girl on edge. In truth, the male tried to be particularly astute when it came to Isolt's habits. He tried to take her into consideration so much that in the end, he seemed to just be making a fool of himself more often then not.

Tetradore found far more falling from his lips then he had originally intended, the truth spilling unbidden and unfiltered. A soft sigh left his lips, a fleeting glimpse of frustration crossing his masculine features. He hadn't intended for this lapse in judgment and truthfully he had expected a reply even less. When it did come, however, and despite the gentle voice it is delivered in, the male can hardly help the snort that left his nose. He sat upwards abruptly, whatever efforts he'd previously been attempting to keep the peace between them fluttered from the forefront of his mind. Instead, he set the newly turned vampire with the weight of his emerald gaze, uncaring of how it affected her. "Don't you dare tell me how lucky I am." He hissed at her, his eyebrows furrowed, his fists momentarily clenched. He knew all too well what it was like to have his control taken away from him. He'd experienced far too much torment, torture and trauma to simply walk out of Syn unscathed. He had been that twisted vampire's play toy for far too long then many could even think possible and it was those experiences that left resentment and hated and scars far too deep for even him to recognize.

The man tore his gaze from her, instead refocusing it upon the outline of the ship in the distance, his eyes were narrowed, purposefully not directed towards her as he commented simply, "It is mine." There was still a lace of discontent within his tone though it was hardly to the extent it was only moments before. Immediately, Tetradore fell back into silence, deciding perhaps that it was better when he didn't converse as much so much as simply being there. Her death was another weight upon his shoulders and it was the knowledge of just how poorly she was dealing with it that stopped any further outbreak from his lips.

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