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

there's a place in the dark where the animals go


Posted on November 13, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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There was something about innatimate objects moving of their own accord that made Tetradore weary. Perhaps it was the simple fact that they shouldn't be moving or maybe it was the simple danger that he found them placed within - a danger that couldn't be fought or mitigated. Either way, Tetradore made an effort to step behind the young woman, his hand on her shoulder clearly intending to pull her attention. Her sly comment was hardly ignored, however, perhaps striking a cord of exasperation within the male. "I have my own swor-" Tetradore paused mid-sentence, choosing not to finish it if only for the blatant innuendo that the young witch would surely take from it. A soft sigh left his lips, his head shaking from side to side ever so slightly. "Just forget it." He commented, fully intending to steer the conversation away from the talk of swords, much less the enigmatic cube that rested innocently in front of them amongst the plush purple pillow that surrounded it. The earthly object lost it's otherworldly hue as her fingertips were lifted from it, the swords returning to their original place.

The sound of her fair feminine voice brought his attention back towards the young woman, his emerald eyes brushed over the fashion at which her hair seemed to cascade around her figure, suddenly perhaps equally as aware of the brush of her silken flesh against his gruff, calloused hands. The realization of her bare skin against his caused the man to withdraw his touch, his voice instead shifting the conversation to something else entirely - such as the entire reason he was still lingering here to begin with. An exasperated sigh left the man's parted lips as the truth of his payment came to light. For a moment, his mouth pressed together in a hard line of displeasure and disapproval. The warlock, it would seem, had a peculiar fashion at doing business. However, it was hardly conducive to their relationship for Tetradore to simply leave the cube with the promise of payment, nor was it beneficial for him to simply take it when the price of the cube was so particularly high to begin with. As much as he hated to admit it - Eleanor was entirely right regarding her conclusion of the man's options. What he hadn't expected, however, was the perhaps flirtatious comment that left the young woman's lips, her pale gaze lingering upon him with expectation.

He reached up, his hand gingerly rubbing against the back of his neck in a fashion that was a habitual display of uncertainty. "All right - what would you like for dinner?" He inquired. Tetradore hoped that her tastes would be simple enough, having never actually gone to a restaurant of any kind before. It wasn't that he didn't have the income to do so - they were simply restricted from him for so long that he had quite nearly forgotten that such was perhaps a normal behavior. However, there was something about her sense of style and immaculate appearance that suggested to him this would hardly be as easy of a solution as he had hoped for.

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