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

i've really been on a bender and it shows


Posted on November 08, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
His emerald gaze remained steadfast upon the youthful fae artist as she so dwelled upon the invitation he had offered her. He made no move to rush her to come to a conclusion, instead he merely leaned upon the side of the building that made up one of the alley's perimeter's, waiting with patience as she lingered. He watched the fashion at which the pallor of her cheeks seemed to flood with a reddish hue, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as she bit into the bottom of her lip. Was she...blushing? The notion that the unabashed young woman might be blushing at the consideration of his offer had certainly left the man inquisitive as to the thoughts that seemed to drift across the forefront of her brain. She seemed to have such little regard for modesty and so, he found it perhaps even more so peculiar that something as diminutive as this might have invoked such a reaction. At least, that was assuming such color had come to the apples of her cheeks due to him in the first place. However, the man hardly allowed such idle thoughts to leave his own lips - instead choosing to ignore the girl's reaction all together for the simple possibility that the conclusions he might have drawn were entirely incorrect.

Instead, his head simply bobbed firmly as the male pushed himself from the corner of the building, his hands shoved within his pockets as he begun to lead the way from the alley way and into the depths of the side streets and darkened corners of his own self proclaimed domain. The warehouse district could be no more than a labyrinth for those who didn't know the way, the twists and turns around metal crates and darkened corners surely discombobulating and yet, Tetradore hard hesitates. Instead, his pace is merely lackadaisical at best, entirely comfortable within his home sector of the city.

It was only at the girl's comment that he glanced over, a small shrug crossing the man's square shoulders. "Food." He admitted after a moment, the small hint of a simper filling the corner of his lips. "I got hungry and can't cook for shit. There's a restaurant there filled with all sorts of weird delicacies - shark fin soup, queen conch, swans. Their menu changes with what they can get...or there's a hot dog stand. Plus, it's beneficial for my clientele to see me occasionally, or so I'm told."
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