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 13, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It came second nature to the meek girl to be completely mistrustful about everyone. She did not view the world as a place where good things happen to those that are good people. She didn't see the optimism as others might see in their view point on life itself. She was used to those closest to her to cause severe pain. As a Were she should have grown up in a safe environment within her pack, but she was badly mistreated, causing her to gradually hate her kind and see that no one could be trusted, not even her parents. It wasn't until she came here to this city where she found a place where she could actually belong, developing over time complete trust to those she called pack. As a canine it was instinct alone that craved the girl to bond and find trust in others. It was past experience that warned her of the cost and the pain when it came to being amongst others. But over time she found herself at ease and the trust she had for her pack increased, enough to have her slowly come to terms that this pack wouldn't treat her as badly as the pack she was born into. She was quite protective of them and she didn't want any form of harm to come to them. So, when an individual, one that Raven had know idea what she was came upon their doorstep, demanding to see her Alpha and calling him out by his full name, well that made her highly suspicious. For all she knew this individual that was underneath her was here to harm Tetradore and she could not allow that possibility to happen.
Both grey trimmed ears were pointed forward as she quietly listened to the girl speak. Dial would turn slightly to the side in a curious manner, like any puppy's would, as she heard the girl explain she was attacked. Interested her weight shifted slightly, her front paws pressing harder on the girl's shoulder, but that wasn't in intention. She was actually trying to make herself comfortable. Both ears tucked back against her ebony skull in an apologetic manner as the girl let out a verbal admittance to feeling pain, a soft whimper a vocal expression when Samantha declared her weight on her shoulders hurt her. Blue-grey eyes remained focus on the girl beneath her, listening to her story until she felt a peculiar strong emotion coming from the fairy in regards to her Alpha. It was an odd feeling, a strong feeling of desire for her Alpha, a feeling of lust, and she wondered how come Samantha felt this way for her Alpha. Sadly though, Raven was susceptible to strong emotions and this one overwhelmed her, so much so, that her pink tongue slid out and swiped along Samantha's face for a few moments. Luckily though she stopped herself, leaving Samantha with a wet face, the abnormal colored she-wolf eventually getting off the girl. Her voice slipped back towards the fairy questioning why she would feel such things for her Alpha, Raven had seen him and been around him long enough to understand he was quite indifferent and was an apathetic creature that she assumed after whatever he went through with that vampire that controlled them, that he had just eventually grown cold.
Without much effort the four-legged creature turned into a two-legged creature, clothed and now standing up straight. Long dark-brown curly hair cascaded down her shoulders perfectly, blue-grey eyes looked down upon the girl. Along her arms were a variety of differently shaped scars, some short and some long, some dragged to the side and others deeply embedded in her pale skin. There were similar scars along her neck that trails even past her shirt neckline, and some neatly hidden by her thick hair. Quietly she turned around to face the cabinet behind her, silently grabbing the items that would be needed to patch up the wound. Silently her minds turned over about this new information. It wasn't in her nature to care about Vampires, Weres' and Vamps weren't the species that believed in such friendships, but there were some Vamps that were good. Isolt was good. She trusted Isolt and she was willing to go find her crimson-haired friend to listen and hear if there were other similar vampire attacks. She hardly heard about them...because typically their victims were dead. Turning around she brought a tray over and placed it beside the woman on the table, grabbing the cotton ball and rubbing alcohol, brushing the girl's hair to the side, before placing the cotton ball soaked in alcohol onto her wound.