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 16, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Quietly she stood there her grey marked banner swaying side to side easily behind her. Grey trimmed ears twitched back and forth as she waited for the farie girl to be done with whatever she was doing to get ready for the day. She did not mind that Sam had been staying within the Ark, it was a good thing her presence was becoming more frequent. Not only did it establish she was allowed to enter the Ark at any time, but it showed staff and members of the pack that her presence would remain. The only thing that concerned her was the matter about keeping her safe. After Frost's attack on herself and the witch that used to frequently visit the Ark and sell her supplies, the WereHorse was making himself a threat. Now that Sam was slowly immersing herself within their society she would need to be protected and she would always be considered a crutch to Tetradore â€" and so Sam would need to be looked after whether she liked it or not. Hearing the girl's request the oddly colored canine nodded in agreement following the girl out as she chimed in her own understanding about trust.
It was truly a shame that she could not trust one of the members in her pack. Then again it wasn't her fault. She had attempted to try with the other feline, but she didn't try with her. It hurt her deep down. In her old pack no one trusted her, all because she had an incontrollable weakness. In this pack she felt like she was given a second opportunity to be among her own kind and not be locked in chains and away in a cage. Walking down the stairs and over towards Ivy she brushed her shoulder against Sam's thigh in a reassuring manner as Sam approached forward. While the two girls were introducing each other she would start to shift standing on her feet, fully clothed, quietly slipping her hoodie's sleeves down to cover the different scars that raked up and down, crisscrossed, her pale skin. Pulling some golden-brown curls out of her blue-grey eyes, a look of confusion appeared own her mauled face as she questioned the two.