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 28, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Tetradore's emerald gaze remained steadfast upon his sibling, noting the look of surprise that seemed to resonate on her features. It was clear to him that she hadn't expected him to be here at all - like she hadn't wanted him to be. His lips pressed together at her response in dissatisfaction though he didn't voice his thoughts on the matter. Instead, Tetradore remained still where he was, as if he didn't trust himself to move or thought she might flee the second he was near her. He remained silent, letting his sister explain herself though his eyebrows furrowed at the mention of his once vampire mistress at the club that had been his life. Tetradore didn't understand how things had been too much for her. After all, for the last decade or so, what she had witnessed had been all he had known. It had been Tetradore's whole world - kept like some pet even if he didn't want to be, fighting constantly against a woman that had the ability to control him completely. She had done so nearly on a daily basis, molding the once playful boy into the stoic man he was today.

The mention of their home, however, struck something with in him. It had been so long since Tetradore had seen the place, not since that fateful night at least. He had never gone back there, never wanted to even consider returning to that place. It was just a memory of everything he lost, the people he had lost, the love he had lost, the life that had quite literally been stolen from him. He was supposed to grow up entirely different. He was supposed to take the place of his father in their pack, a pack that had been his family for his entire life. "Toys?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in the process. He couldn't understand why she was bringing him toys from their childhood. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he watched her gaze shift towards the floor as if she was uncertain about something.

His head shook ever so slightly at the suggestion that she might somehow be disrupting him. "No, you're fine Nadya...really." After all the young woman was his sibling - the only blood relation he had left. If anyone was able to 'bother' him, it was her. Perhaps things might have been different if he had grown up with his family as he was supposed to or even with the foster pack that she had. Maybe then their relationship would have been different but instead the young were-panther was the only one that he allowed to circumvent most of his most basic rules, including being in his room without his presence or permission. Slowly he stepped closer towards her, pausing ever so slightly at the desk she stood at, his emerald eyes tracing the form of the plane that rested on his desk. "I remember this..." He spoke softly, reaching out to take his childhood toy. It was the only thing he refused to share with Tobias, nearly causing a fight about it at a pack meeting in his younger years. He had thrown quite the hissy fit when their mother had taken it from him. It was kind of silly to think back on such things now...when his life afterwards had turn so grim.

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