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 17, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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The were panther was all too aware of just what would happen if he didn't bother trifling with the silver hued, star shaped dagger. It would remain there, lodged within his leg till it was forcefully pulled out by some mistaken means during the boy's antics to leave a wound that would be far worse then the existing one. Or, perhaps even worse, his skin would grow over the star all together and then - he could only guess what would happen and how it would pain the boy later on. A soft sigh left Tetradore's lips as he briefly studied the wound he was only momentarily presented with, the boy quickly making an effort to hide it and appear as if everything was truly okay. Tetradore's hand rose to his temples, his fingertips gently massaging his forehead as if he could already feel a headache beginning to come on. He knew all too well that tricking the boy would hardly leave their relationship in a decent state, just as he too knew that the pain he was likely going to inflict would have disastrous results. In fact, Tetradore was quite certain that no matter what happened, neither one of them was going to walk out of this unscathed. It was exactly the sort of thanks that he got for caring - and people wandered why the man seemed so hesitant to get himself involved in others.

"No, we can't go until that is dealt with." He responded firmly, rising up and straightening his spine ever so slightly so that, for a brief moment, the man almost appeared as regal as perhaps an Alpha should. He moved around the desk that stood between the two men, his emerald eyes somehow seeming to sparkle within the light of the cabin, intensified only by a strange hypnotic gaze. "Tobi, why don't you come and sit down right here?" He commented, pulling out a chair to place in front of him in the middle of the room. Getting the boy still enough that he could further inspect the wound was going to be a battle within itself. If he could convince him to be still just long enough, then maybe this wouldn't go half that bad after all. Never the less, despite the weight of the man's magic lingering within the air, Tetradore was fully anticipatory of the battle that could come. His emerald eyes had picked up on the gold that had momentarily entered the boy's gaze - it was a hint of the feline that existed underneath the boy's lanky skin. He knew too well what it meant. He knew too well that this would end in a fight of some kind. Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice. His own muscles grew taunt as the man stood there, waiting, curious to see just how much he could coax the boy before things went so far south.

[OOC: Sorry it's so short, I wanted to give you a chance to react before I had Tet do more.]

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