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 August 19, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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Whatever efforts the man attempted to make to ease the pain that would soon lace his companion seemed to fall entirely flat. His thought process deviated so differently from the norm that Tetradore's efforts to fill that blank space within his brain resulted only within confusion. Never the matter. The emerald eyed man hardly hesitated any further as he reached down towards the offending piece of metal - pulling it from the boy's flesh. Tetradore was hardly surprised by the excruciating scream that resonated within his cabin, fully expecting that the boy hadn't really anticipated what was about to occur. He was hardly perturbed by the fashion in which the boy scrambled away from him as he so delicately held the sharp pointed star within his hand. His emerald eyes inspected the edges of the star with a brief display of inquisitiveness, willing enough to leave the boy to tend to his wound in the corner. Tetradore was entirely unsurprised by the amount of blood that coated his hand, drenching the carpet in the corner. The man turned, wandering towards the bathroom to rinse off the star and fetch the single cup of water he had promised Tobias would accompany the task.

He returned to his bedroom with the cup in hand, placing it upon his desk as he waited with nearly immeasurable patience. He leaned against the table, waiting for the boy to stir from his location in the corner. His emerald eyes met the boy's figures at the sensation of his touch upon his arm. He listened in reserved silence as the boy made some effort to explain how he felt in regards to the wound that still marred his leg. "That's all right. I still have to use the water though." He responded simply, gesturing lightly with his hand towards the rather full glass upon his desk. He was entirely dead set upon caring for the boy, even if the man was not nearly as certain as he needed to be cared for. Never the less, Tetradore was determined to see it through, gesturing towards the chair Tobias had previously been occupying. "Put your leg here so I can rinse it off." He stated, reaching towards the glass only to have his attention once again recaptured by the boy's insistence.

He paused, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as the boy began to speak in the stuttering sentences that so often accompanied his own specific thoughts. He stilled the moment that the conversation began to shift towards their parents, his features becoming a near mirror of apathy. It was difficult for the man to dwell on his younger years, even more so because they often led to the darker, rougher time he experienced when first within Risque's care. His emerald eyes closed for but a brief moment, trying desperately to shove away the memories of that fateful night, his head shaking in disagreement ever so slightly. It took him a few seconds to recompose himself, to bring himself back to that usual indifference he was so capable of personifying. "No, Tobias. It was not your fault. She would have taken you too if you had been there. And if she comes back..." His voice faltered for a moment, having difficulty even saying the fears that rested somewhere so deeply within his heart. "...if she comes back, " He started again with a resolute certainty, "She will take us again." There was no fighting Risque, that he knew far too well. There was no battle to be won with a woman that could control his animal. He had long sense tried and long sense conceded to that simple inevitability - even if it was something he'd never before said out loud.

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