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 17, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Like all nights the Ark was quite festive, jovial, and absolutely maddening. As always the Ark ran like clockwork, like any ship if it were to sail the seas, things that went on around here were scheduled in such a fine art. The customers and clients knew when it was time to enter the Ark, who would be fighting within the ring, the proper time to place the bets, and more importantly â€" at least to Raven â€" when all the clients left. When the clients left that met it was finally time to rest and after such a long day the canine was ready to simply pass out and fall asleep. The nights within the Ark were quite similar to one another. It didn't bother her to silently watch the fights below. Every now and then Tobias would ask her to join him, tease her, attempt to make some sort of deal in which he gets her to not just fight with him, but some other sort of task that would please the boy for a second time â€" and yet she would always shoot him down. He saw the fun in the fighting. She did, once, but since Frost her self-confidence had decreased and she didn't feel uncomfortable being in the ring again. One day she might, maybe, but for now she was all right with just watching. Tonight the patrons below were given a special treat. It was not often that Tetradore and Tobias would join the ring. It was a sight that was always reveled and extremely appreciated by patrons to see just how the Alpha of the West and his partner in crime performed within the fighting ring. Tonight the wildcat's were challenged by a new pair of fighters that had advanced time and time again in fights, a favorite to the patrons, the water buffalo and the rhino.
When the duo went down below to fight the werewolf remained near the throne Tetradore sat at to watch the fights take place below, content to watch from above, slightly anxious for those two. She knew they would be okay, but that didn't mean she did not care for their well-being. Blue-grey eyes remained locked on the fight below, her black and grey banner thumping on the ground in a nervous manner, both ears flicked forward as her entire frame leaned forward, tense. It was the flicker of movement from the corner of her eye when she turned her dial to the side, noticing an unfamiliar creature leaning to see the fight below. The balcony was for Pack and Staff alone. With her Alpha and his second not here she felt it was her job to essentially implement this rule. Hearing Tobias' and Tetradore roar in a gloating manner with the fight finished, and them being the obvious winners, her grey paws quickened slightly. Blue-grey eyes remained focused on the snow leopard, her own thick ebony and grey fur began to rise up along her hackles, as her dial raised slightly portraying a sense of confidence. The upstairs, in a way, was her territory â€" their territory â€" and she felt it was necessary to ensure that this place remain in such a way...even if that meant she had to politely kick out an unwanted guest down below with the rest of their cliental. Standing perpendicular towards the snow leopard, her frame stood within the middle of the hallway, keeping the snow-leopard for venturing any further, allowing her only one route, which were the stairs on the snowy-white cat's other side. It was hard to tell whether or not she was grinning or grimacing, not with her face mauled and muzzle slightly scuffed up, it was obvious the snow leopard was not paying attention and so her voice slipped into her mind â€" hardly concerned that she should have gradually done it.
Although her voice held such a polite sound and her assistance sounding genuine, there was a hint of a stern undertone, a simple warning, to turn around and go downstairs.