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 May 06, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The were-panther had discovered early enough that such sarcasm seemed to be entirely lost upon his companion and yet, through out his years apart from his siblings it had become such a large part of his vocabulary that omitting it had become near impossible. His intense emerald eyes rolled ever so slightly at boy's agreement, knowing all to well that the boy had hardly even looked at the weather outside before offering the notion to leave. The man hardly bothered to reply, offering nothing but silence at the deviant's agreement. He allowed the silence to foster between them as he continued to get dressed, turning only at the sound of his companion's voice. A small frown crossed Tetradore's facial features as he attempted to puzzle the 'leash' and 'box' that Tobias was referring to. His head tilted momentarily to the side before Tetradore offered to counter. "Mother didn't have those things and she was grown up." He pointed out, attempting to at least poke a hole within the boy's thought process. It was easier, sometimes, to point out the holes in Tobi's logic - to have him discover that he was wrong himself other then attempting to explain why he was wrong.

Tetradore was hardly perturbed by Tobias' desire for a rocket. After all, the boy's hardly seen a real one in the first place and so, the were-panther effortlessly assumed that Tobias was seeking some smaller, much more attainable object that he called a "rocket". If he even knew what a rocket was. A knock at his door drew his attention from selecting a pair of pants, his emerald eyes shifting towards the pair of closed doors with a small scowl across his masculine features. Never the less, he provided Jackel his complete attention, offering him no more then a soft, exasperated sigh and a small nod. Enforcing the rules of the ring wasn't often required of him. Their usuals had quieted long enough to fall back into their routine rather then pressing their luck with him. It was the newcomers that always seemed to want to fight against that boundary. "Give me a minute." He grumbled, making an effort to finish securing his pants before, quite to his surprise, Tobias interrupted to state that he would go in Tobias' place. His eyebrow cocked upwards ever so slightly in surprise but Tetradore said nothing, merely watching the two men leave till he was left in complete silence.

The man basked in the stillness and silence he was momentarily offered. He finished dressing, finally falling in the push desk chair he so often inhabited. His gaze flickered towards the door as Tobias entered, a small frown crossing his lips as the glint of the light on silver immediately caught his attention. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched the man shift, his emerald eyes too falling towards the blood that trickled down his leg. An exasperated sigh left his lips, his head shaking to the side ever so slightly. "No - we have to fix your leg now, idiot." He replied, raising to maneuver to stand in front of boy. "Show me your bleeding leg." He commanded, making a point to ensure Tobias knew exactly which one that he was referring to. After all, Tetradore knew all to well the boy tended to do everything possible to avoid having to care for his wounds.

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