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 15, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She did not mean to fall from the guard rails. Truly she didn't. She could have just stayed put and watched Tobias and just to keep an eye on him and make sure he made to it the deck safely. She could have easily left the room, once he was safe on the ground, and hurry down the stairs and hallways to get to the deck, and use her pack bond to find her deviant companion. Yet these sane thoughts did not appear. She needed to stay close to him. Blame it on the fact that their previous intimate moment caused a chemical reaction in her brain, forcing the girl's instincts to believe she needed to remain close to him â€" even if he was doing something crazy. As her puts her feet down along the railing, she balances at the best of her ability, but with the wind and the slippery rails, the ship rocking up and down was enough to cause the canine to slip and fall. With a yelp she clamored to keep herself up, but began to fall down towards the deep blue-grey sea. Her own eyes widen as her mind rapidly began to think just how she was going to get herself out of this position, staring up at Tobias noticing how he had not reacted so suddenly as perhaps he should have. A familiar feeling surrounded her pale and frame as she felt herself being carried upwards and back to him. A flood of relief could be seen on her face as she got closer feeling her feet land on the slipper rails. His inquiry about her wanting to swim instantly caused her head to shake side to side, one hand pulling some of her tawny curls behind her ear, as she looked at her companion, exclaiming chipper-like that swimming was the last thing on her mind.
Raven was not quite sure how she was going to manage getting down from the rails without falling off again. She wasn't close to their bedroom window to stay safe and she wasn't quite close to the deck just yet. It was when she felt her body start to raise up again did she begin to panic. Slate eyes widen in shock as Tobias causes her to float now about the slippery rails, moving her form towards the side for the blue-grey ocean below. She would not survive the fall. Those waves would keep her down and cause her to sink. He had no idea he was going to lead her to her death. Quickly she threw out her arm, her hand ensnaring one of his own, as a means to anchor herself to him. Taking another look down below caused the frightened girl to begin getting dizzy, her vision blurring bit as she realized just how high up they were. Once more she exclaimed to the Leopard what she really wanted and it had nothing to do with the water below, her head shaking side to side slowly, those long curly locks bouncing side to side.
There was a pleading note in her feminine voice, one that any male should naturally be able to respond correctly to. She was in distress, she was sad, and she was afraid â€" only he could actually fix it. A damsel in distress that would appreciate her knight of spots to help her.