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
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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on March 12, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Once again, to no complete surprise, her feline spotted companion once again defeated the overly confident challenger, this time a very dimwitted mountain ram that held some sort of belief that a prey could defeat a predator. Before she watched the fight Tobias had demanded her presence be in the ring with him, believing that she would be happy to return to the fighting ring to complete at his side. Sadly she still didn't feel comfortable with the idea of returning to the ring again and fighting. After that fiasco with Frost and being nearly close to death she had no inclination of willingly putting herself in danger. She did not heal normally as the other Weres and it was a weakness she wanted to continue to keep hidden. The Were population were a chatty bunch, but luckily one of the waiters on staff spread the rumor that the Were that attacked her used a warlock to help beat her up. Within the Were world there was an unspoken rule that if a Were had a problem with another Were there was no need to bring another supernatural to be involved and so whatever thoughts that insinuated she was 'weak' had simply been understood that she had lost due to someone else cheating. The last thing Raven wanted was one of the Weres here to exploit such a shameful flaw, a flaw that could one day blackmail her fellow pack mates.
While Tobias was gallivanting around the ring, releasing a roar as a warning to all, the oddly marked lupine left her watching spot to travel down towards the kitchen. She was rather hungry and since the next fight wouldn't take place for few minutes she was willing to take this break to find herself a snack. Quietly she walked through the throng of Weres, some fully shifted, others within their human form, talking amongst themselves, eating at the tables, or placing their bets. All were ignored as she weaved around them, starting to pass the entrance to the Ark when suddenly she heard an unfamiliar voice pleading for entrance. Puzzled her turned her dial to see a terrified woman standing before Jackal, the small Hispanic man again not permitting her entry, her grey-tipped ears pointed forward to listen. It was when the stranger uttered her Alpha's full name did Raven instantly make a beeline towards her, not knowing why someone not within her pack would know his name. With a soft bark she looked to the Hispanic man nodding her head, her cool words slipping into his own head, and also slipping into Samantha's head, using her ability communicate telepathy to provide the fairy permission to come inside her home.
Blue-grey eyes would shift to the girl noticing the patch of dried blood forming along her neck. With one quick sniff she noticed that the girl did not smell as a vampire, nor did she smell like a witch, a human, or another Were. In fact she couldn't really pinpoint just what supernatural she was through scent, but she did know that she had been near a vampire at least and there was a faint whiff of her Alpha on her. So clearly he must know her. Turning around with a wave of her grey tipped tail she led the two past the kitchen, all thought of food forgotten, leading the girl away from the fighting ring and the crowd of Weres and into a narrow hall, turning left and using her telekinesis one of the doors opened wide and she walked through it, and the fairy would find herself entering what looked like some sort of nursing room. The door would suddenly shut the moment Samantha came in, the sound of the lock being done, and the wolf would turn around and suddenly lunge at the poor girl, forcing her down on the ground. Standing over the girl, both grey paws pressing down on her shoulder, growling softly as her mauled mug was placed right above Samantha's face. Thick ebony and grey fur rose slightly as a soft growl was given in warning, her voice once again prodding smoothly into Samantha as she gave the wounded girl a slew of questions. She was quite protective of her pack and she wanted to ensure that their safety would not be jeopardized, for all she knew, this girl could be in some sort of plot to trick them and harm them all.