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 February 17, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

If there was any one thing Tetradore was known for, it was for being alone. It was a trait that had been forced upon him, trained and fostered within him by the woman that had been his mistress for the better part of his life. She had taught him well that those he chose to interact with by himself would be the first to suffer her wrath. He had watched women suffer at her touch, just as he had watched a certain red head die by Risque's jealousy that he had given her even an ounce of his attention. It was this lesson that had become so engrained within him time after time that even now oft caused him to stay nestled behind the closed lavish doors of his room, even if he hadn't recognized logically why. His presence within the Ark was rarely necessary, the place functioning largely do to the managers he employed. His pack was thriving enough on it's own. Tobias and Raven rarely left each other's side, Nadya remained content to have her own life without them and Regan, it would seem, had discovered her own hide away, treasuring her own isolation perhaps as much as he did. No one immediately needed him. No one immediately required him. There was no one to demand his attention or his presence. His life was entirely his own and more often then not it left the were-panther completely unsure of what to do with himself.

He had, at the beginning, thrown himself entirely in the state of the Ark's finances. He looked over every detail of where the ship was spending money with a scrupulous eye. He had fostered their wealth, growing it, maintaining it, keeping records of it and the task had largely taken up most of his time. He'd been unwilling to give it up, even when asked, pushing Raven's offers away with a flick of his wrist and a shake of his head. Her persistence, however, won out in the end and, his annoyance finally causing the man to concede. Tetradore had to admit that she had an eye for this kind of thing - catching things he'd missed, providing suggestions in areas that had stumped him and in such a fashion she somehow managed to wrangle his paperwork into submission - leaving Tetradore once again attempting to find something to fill his time. With a soft sigh upon his lips, Tetradore settled at his desk, his emerald gaze glancing over the papers the were decorating his desk. Slowly he picked up the one at the top, the piece of paper that had been given his entire attention sporadically for the past few days. The contract was being carefully written as Tetradore considered every possible loop hole to his terms. There was a small frown on his masculine features, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he re-read the document for what had to have been the millionth time. His gaze shifted only by the sound of a familiar voice, his green eyes quickly finding the mass of curly hair.

He glanced back down at the paper in his hand, reading to the end of the line before responding. "Sure." His voice sounded distracted as he slowly rose to his feet, his gaze lingering upon the piece of paper he'd placed upon his desk before stepping away, his attention shifting to rest entirely upon the younger woman standing at his threshold. "What is it you want to show me?" Tetradore inquired as he crossed the room, willing to follow the girl to where ever her destination happened to be.

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