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 February 09, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
Tetradore was entirely surprised that his efforts to reclaim his comforter went relatively without protect, the action apparently quick enough that the female was taken entirely aback. Still, there was some relative truth to his words - Tetradore himself did not expect him to be missed when his day came. Perhaps his sister and his friend might mourn for him but they had survived nearly a decade thinking he was dead and had done so with relatively little difficulty. He suspected that they would only continue to do so without his presence. To be missed by his pack was an accomplishment that Tetradore was not sure he could own up to. Either way, he hardly paid much attention to the figure of the girl he'd unwrapped, much less her less then clothed state. Instead, his entire attention was upon wrestling the plush comforter into a relatively manageable state so that he could return it to the bed it had been so ripped from. He thought very little upon his warning beyond the simple words that he spoke, fully intending on following through if it was not heeded. It was his job, his responsibility to root out all the bad apples within his regime - all the creatures that were exactly like what he had been to Otto, even if he didn't particularly think of it in such a fashion.

Her muttered voice was the only thing that pulled his striking emerald eyes back to her feminine figure, his gaze blinking as he stared at her, almost as if he was seeing her for the first time as a woman instead of 'the annoying thing in my bed'. He had noted the fashion at which her figure tensed, her hands clinching with an anger that she refused to show him. Never the less, he slowly offered her the smallest of nods, as if to say he understood and accepted her desire to return home, without causing him any additional issues. He didn't speak, at least not yet, finding nothing more to say to her. They had their issues, they had aired them and, as far as he was concerned, their dirty laundry no longer had to be dealt with. Regardless of how he felt, the were-panther remained entirely still at the foot of her bed, allowing her to speak all that she wanted to say, no matter if she intended for those words to hurt him or not.

In the end, Tetradore accepted that she was done with his presence just as he had no real desire to stay within the room longer the necessary. A weak, fleeting simper crossed his masculine features at the mention of her pants, his baritone voice finally finding fit to speak. "I would imagine nothing else." He suggested, making his way towards the door only to pause at the threshold, glancing back at the female nestled onto his sister's bed. "Feel free to rest as long as you like before you leave, no one will bother you in here." It was a glimpse of hospitality - the kind he was entirely capable of when it didn't stumble into the small bit of the Ark that he was completely unwilling to share. He stepped out, flicking the light switch off in the process to flood the room with darkness. It was several moments later that the door cracked open to let in the hall way light, the man slipping in the clothes he had found on his floor into the bedroom - each article folded in a surprisingly neat fashion. Such effort was for her alone, as if to show that there was vastly more to both him and the Ark then the site of Otto's murder.
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