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 May 29, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Everyone had skeletons in their closet. Everyone had something in their past they wished to keep hidden forever. There were just some things that should never be brought up. There were reasons why people were the way they were. No one can fully understand why a person acts the way they do without taking a walk down memory lane. It is true that Raven could be so very different if her life wasn't as it was. Some are capable of squashing down their past, forgetting about terrible deeds, forcing themselves to never think about it. No matter how hard Raven tried, she couldn't let go of her past. Every night when she closed her eyes she was constantly reminded why she truly wasn't safe to be around others. At night when she slept she would be at peace when Tobias was with her, but when he left her in the middle of the night...that was when the nightmares came to life and grabbed her tightly, forcing her to relive the terror. No one in her pack understood entirely why she was the way she was. They just knew she was a danger to herself and to others. There was only way to ensure the safety of others and that was to execute physical punishment and psychological torture, to help break the beast and keep it controlled, and locked away.
If she knew how and when her feral episodes would come about, she would lock herself away from everyone, just so they wouldn't get hurt. It was a miracle that she hadn't gone feral in front of her pack. There were times when she was with Tobi when she would go feral, and he had learned just what to do when she was in this state. There were times when she was alone when she found herself going into her feral state, thankful when she woke up that she had not cause anyone harm. Tonight she had no idea that the other part of her would come awake. She had no idea that tonight she wasn't truly supposed to go feral. The ghosts that were haunting Serafina's home seemed to see the skeletons the werewolf locked away tightly, and decided that now was the time to exploit her. Raven could hear Sera utter her question, she could see the look of shock on the witch's face, she could taste the scent of fear on her, and yet she could do nothing. There was nothing she could when her other half came out. At times when she was young she tried, so terribly hard to gain control when it happened, and yet she learned over time there was nothing she could. Acceptance. That was all she could do and pray, pray so very hard that those around her wouldn't be harmed. Suddenly Raven's senses seemed dulled and her world went black.
A vicious snarl erupted from the oddly colored wolf, her thick fur bristled, as they lifted upwards perfectly showing her prey that she was clearly agitated. For a moment her eyes were focused only on the raven-haired witch that smelled absolutely delectable. The canine did not notice the specters at first. Her mind was trained on one thing, and one thing only, Serafina. As each grey paw was placed on the ground, her pace was slow...taunting her prey, as her lips parted back to reveal her sharp teeth that would only momentarily sink into her vulnerable flesh. However, it would seem that in Serafina's luck these ghosts would want to protect her and retaliate on the canine that caused them to meet their untimely end. Grudges can carry over a person all their life and it seemed it could carry over to the afterlife as well. Each specter that appeared suddenly began to attack Raven, the wolves pouncing on her, as their human counterparts shouted and attempted to harm her with their bare hands or whips. Although physically they were not harming her, in Raven's mind she could feel every attack as if it were truly happening, those terrible nightmares she had when she closed her eyes, suddenly seemed real. Angered she snapped her jaw at human or wolf she could manage to catch, her entire focused on some of the ghosts from her former pack as Serafina fled into the kitchen.