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 April 28, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
A pack and a monarchy run differently. There are times when a pack and a monarchy have similarities, but they were highly different. A pack is held together through the bonds of each member and unspoken laws. A pack is based off of natural needs where as a monarchy is held by who can provide the most through power that they can wield or control. Sam was currently still adjusting to pack life. Pack life may seem outdated especially with this modern time, and yet, it worked. Although Were's were part human they could not resist the natural side of what their other half demanded. In a way they had the best of both worlds. Humans band together when they have one leader they can put trust in, but they are so very quick to break ranks should they sense any doubt or fear or a threat to losing something they hold so dear. On the other hands animals naturally come together, sticking to whatever needed to be done, without thinking the consequences, only doing something together because they know in the end they cannot fail. It is their ability to hold onto hope and unbending trust in one another that allows a pack to thrive. Unfortunately in her pack not all the bonds were strong, not everyone followed what was demanded of them...not everything was perfect.
Quietly she listened to the girls admit to the other that they were not natural faries. In the Were world there was a mix of natural Weres and those that were changed. Some of the ones that changed wanted to have this lifestyle whether it was the very idea of being free and wearing another skin to following friends or loved ones on this path. Others were attacked and forced to change, being somewhere at the wrong place or the wrong time, or worse, stalked and hunted for the sheer enjoyment of their attacker. It was complicated in the human world as it is in the Were. You would always have your good Weres and bad ones, but no matter how you received your animal skin, you were simply another being that belonged. Animals naturally craved to be among their own kind, each one carried some sort of necessity in the world, each one felt that tether that bound them together be they of the same species or not. In her world everyone had to prove themselves amongst their own kind. It did not matter if you were a loner, an Alpha or an Omega, everyone in her world had a chance to make themselves matter.
Her soft rang out as soon as Ivy questioned about monarchies. Slowly she moved towards the two, pulling some of her golden-brown curls away from her face. Blue-grey eyes looked from one girl to the next studying them for a moment. Faries were still new to her and she knew very little and next to nothing about them. They say you are who you are by the company you keep. From what she heard about faries so far, they were not very kind creatures which didn't surprise her just who they kept in their company. Now that she was standing a bit closer to them than before her cool lyrics slipped out gently, holding a sort of almost proud and cheerful tone.
For a moment her eyes shifted from the girls and towards the fighting ring that was currently being worked on by Jackal. There was an almost look of longing in her gaze as her thoughts drifted towards those memories she created with her deviant companion. Before Frost attacked her she was fighting in the ring, building up her self-confidence, proving to herself and others that she was capable of so much. Ever since she was a pup she was mistreated by her blood pack, mistreated, abused, continually living in an environment where she couldn't amount to anything. Being in the ring allowed the she-wolf to see that she was able to be confident, that she was not weak, and she could be respected. She wasn't quite sure what Tetradore thought of her, she knew Nadya didn't care for her, but it pleased her to no end when she received praise from her Leopard boyfriend each time they won a round. In that fight ring they cared for one another, they were noticed by others for their strengths and skills, and together they were able to pave their way through their own world catching their attention and receiving their respect.