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 January 24, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
His mouth remained steadfast upon the ebony tiger's throat, his emerald eyes shifting towards her feminine feline features in a watchful fashion. He could feel her pulse beneath his tongue, the blood moving through her body as his teeth gentle but firmly kept the girl in place. There was something strangely intimate about this moment, her belly up, her neck extended just for him. It was closeness that he had not experienced with Raven or even Tobias. Slowly, the panther withdrew, his vibrant gaze watching as the girl quickly climbed to her feet, clearly ready to remove herself from such a vulnerable position. His attention turned with the completion of Regan's submitting. He felt the brush of the peculiar colored wolf against his hide, and he was more then willing to return the gesture, informing her of what her acceptance of his offer now meant for her. She might very well be Tobias' mate, something that he was willingly enough to respect as long as they never forgot his status within their lives. His head pressed into her shoulder and immediately he felt the shiver run down her spine, her voice mentally pressing into his mind, trying to shoo him back towards the obsidian tigress.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his tail whipping from side to side in a truly feline fashion. If there was anything Tetradore particularly disliked from his pack members, it was being told what to do. It was a lesson she would have to learn. He decided when he was done with her, not Tobias and certainly not herself. He fell silent, however, as Regan joined them, her own forehead pressing against the wolves' other shoulder in a sign of affection. He watched the pair with an apathetic gaze, his feet remaining steadfast at Raven's side with little interest in moving his body from leaning against hers. For a moment, his emerald gaze met the amethyst eyes of the female tiger as she moved towards him, pressing her own cheek against his equally dark of pelt. He could hear the sorrow within her sweet voice as she spoke of the regret that clearly lingered upon the forefront of her mind. He shook his head ever so slightly, a soft purr reverberating deep within his chest as he leaned forward, his tongue licking the girl's cheek. "There is nothing to forgive." He replied softly, pausing in after thought, "As long as it does not happen again.". Tetradore added after a moment. He might, to some degree, have a weak spot for the tiger but he was hardly willing to let the whole pack watch even her be insubordinate. He offered her another gentle lick upon her cheek, as if trying to reassure her that all was well before his attention turned back towards Raven.

It was perhaps out of spite of the girl's words that saw her become the object of Tetradore's entire attention. He threw more of his weight upon the wolf, subjecting her to his touch as he slide forward, his mouth parting to grab tug at her ear, taking it lightly within his teeth, almost forcing the wolf to feel his hot breath against her fur. He knew he was pushing her boundaries, which was very much his point. He knew her weaknesses and it was her singular comment that made him willing enough to exploit them. Tetradore lingered at her side for only a brief moment, before continuing to step further, his hide sliding against hers the entire time. "Remember, Raven..." His mental voice pressing into her mind, his tones surprisingly husky. His tail pushed into the girl's cheek, sliding under her muzzle as he glanced back behind his shoulder at her, "I know what you look like naked." There was something akin to a wink given to the girl, a reminder that once upon a time, Tetradore had been given quite the view. He knew how much modesty was important to her which likely caused him to strip that very thing from the girl. He stepped entirely away from her, heading back towards the entrance of the cargo ship and the stairs that led back to his own personal room. "May you both have a good evening. You are welcome to stay here, if you see fit, Regan." He commented, taking his leave from them both.
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