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 March 09, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
His emerald eyes fluttered open to stare at the dark ceiling above him, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. It was early, that much even Tetradore was aware of, despite the curtains that blacked out the sun from streaming into his room. What he wasn't so sure of was what had awoken him within the first place. A small frown crossed his lips as he reached his arm under his pillow and for a long moment he simply laid there - staring lifelessly at the ceiling as if he was trying to convince himself to either rise or roll back over into bed. His nose twitched ever so slightly and soon Tetradore rose himself to his elbows, his gaze shifting towards the door. He sniffed the air, a small frown pressing against his lips and yet the man hardly returned to the sleep from which he was awoken. Quite the contrary, he stepped out of bed, pausing only long enough to pull on a pair of pajama pants before he threw open the large oak double doors. Tetradore paused again at the threshold of his room, sniffing the air once again before confirming his suspicion - there was food. His stomach growled immediately in a response, his body already reacting to the mouth watering scents that had begun to fill the hallway.

Softly, his bare feet trudged down the carpeted hallways, hardly pausing as he moved down the metal staircase and towards what had formally be the crew's quarters (which now housed several staff members instead). Tetradore knew exactly where the smell was coming from - after all it wasn't as if the ship had many kitchens installed within her belly. What he hadn't expected, as he rounded the corner, his emerald eyes peering into the one glistening room, was the mess that accompanied such a tantalizing scent. Briefly his eyes fluttered over the bowls, pans, and spatulas that lined the counter tops. He glanced over the spots of spilled something or other that stained the floors and stainless steal and yet, he forgave the mess with relative ease if only for the feast that was surely somewhere buried beneath all of that. At least, that had been his hope before Tetradore's gaze had fallen upon the two absolutely last people he had wanted to see within the kitchen - the girl who had attempted to claim his bed....and Tobias.

Instantly an audible groan left his lips as the man stepped into the room, "Please tell me Tobias was not a total asshole and ate it all." He commented, his baritone voice reaching out to the two as he approached them. Quite purposefully, Tetradore's hand smacked into the back of the deviant's head, as if punishing him for not appropriately thinking of Tetradore's hunger too before ransacking everything that Minn had clearly worked hard on. He settled at the chair next to the were-creature, his emerald eyes landing upon her with a face of very clear want. It wasn't fair that Tobi got to be the only one who ate. "Let's ban him from the kitchen forever." He suggested off-handedly to the girl beside him, knowing full well that the idea alone would certainly catch the boy's attention. "Cook for me too?" He pleaded in a way that was perhaps far more dashing then Tetradore had ever been in either of their presence. See - he could attempt to be attractive when he wanted to....to get stuff...like food. Perhaps the were-bear and the were-panther weren't entirely so different after all.
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