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
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Posted on April 10, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Just seeing a small smile on Serafina's face pleased the canine to no end. Although Raven did not like the idea of the girl conducting business in the black market she could not say anything to disparage her from doing such a thing. The only thing left she could for was to offer some encouragement and help. The argument they had within her kitchen opened Raven's eyes to see that she needed to be different for the witch. If she was going to continue being her familiar then she would have to act like one. In the books it mentioned how a familiar could be supportive. If telling Serafina the shop would be well and should she need support on this excursion then she would help her as best as she possibly can. The mention of Merlin and the dancing brooms caused tail to sway a bit faster finding it quite amusing. As the raven-haired witch began to clean the bookshelf she would move away towards the end of the hallway, looking down the dark aisle and quietly she began to turn the lights on until the white facility was bright. Turning back and walking towards the witch she shook her head at the comment she made about herself and the Dark Hunter that Raven would...tolerate.
That's what female companions are supposed to do for their own friend? Find some way to punish the male that dared to make their friend unhappy. With any other boy it would be their car, their game system, or something us that they treasured dearly. Allowing herself to sit her grey tail would curl around her grey paws as she watched with some amusement as the witch tried to move the bookshelf. At the mention of what particular activity the Dark Hunter would be doing with Serafina, the idea of trekking through the swamp sounded, well, unpleasant, and she let out a harsh snort at the very idea. After being in the witch's former home a few times Serafina was not one that liked messes. Although her words of encouragement for the success of her business was true, she doubted Azrael would be able to keep Serafina clean on this 'swamping' trip.
It was obvious that the bookshelf was a bit too heavy to be moved by the young woman alone. Happily she moved towards Serafina at the mention of wanting the bookshelf moved. Without much effort she moved it easily towards the direction Serafina wanted, easily positioning it perfectly. With another wag of her tail she looked up at the witch, willing to please the girl even further.
Eyeing some of the cleaning solution and the rags she would begin to make them move, using the items as they needed to be used, she began to dust the different shelves moving the items right along. Slowly the sitting canine would begin to shift back into her clothed human form, standing there for a moment, grinning at her handiwork. For a moment she looked away from the dancing cleaning supplies and lowered her head as she pondered for a moment. Pale cheeks would turn into a soft pinkish-red glow as her head lifted up slightly, muttering softly just what words he said that had shocked and comforted her.