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 June 12, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
If Raven was capable of seeing what she was doing she would have stopped herself. It would never be her intent to scare or harm the witch she is bound to. After all the witch was supposed to be protected by her, never maltreated. If the she-wolf knew how she could force herself out of this feral state she would do it, but after so many years suffering this condition â€" she never knew how. Currently within her feral state she felt threatened and the desire for self-preservation put the wolf in overdrive as she attempted to rid herself of the specters' onslaught. Although the transparent figures around her were simply ghosts, Raven did not see them as ghosts but actual physical figures of her pack. They seemed so extremely real to her, almost as if she had just seen them yesterday. She remembered their names, as their jaws dropped, her grey-trimmed ears caught on to their sounds. Some yelled at her, some screamed, and some roared. The sounds of teeth snapping and snarls from the wolves only intensified the feral beast to respond viciously in kind. As the members of her former dead pack began to swarm around here, they began to attack her. The wolves would focus on her hind legs and sides, while those in their human form began to attack her some with daggers and others with whips â€" all working together to bring her down. One should expect that the teeth from the ghost wolves or the weapons from the ghost human forms should be capable of going through her, and Raven should not be feeling the pain, but she could feel them...old scars and wounds seemed to flare up.
With a sharp cry she retreated from the kitchen doorway, the onslaught far too much for her. In her mind Raven was not in Serafina's home, but she was in her home. She did not see the furniture, but trees and bushes within the fields of her home. Enraged she snarled and began to attack and kill again members of her pack, her whines morphed into low growls each time a pack member was successful in harming her. Slowly but surely who enemies would fall, her natural savagery impressive and terrifying all at the same time â€" after all â€" she had massacred them all. There was a reason why they harmed her, locked her up, and mistreated her, believing that her other side could be tamed through violence. Yet it would seem the violence and mistreatment did more harm rather than good. It caused the young woman to break, self-confidence in herself shattered, her temperament meek and anxious. While her other half continued to seethe on the unnecessary hatred, the desire to kill those that threatened her preservation, willing to do whatever it takes, to be the stronger half and perhaps in a kind way â€" do the despicable deeds that Raven herself could never do. One by one a member of her pack fell from her jaws, their spectral forms falling to the ground and disappearing, the canine seeing only bloodied and disfigured bodies at her paws. It is the sight of Serafina that draws her attention now. As Serafina attempted to move past the she-wolf, the enraged beast would pounce towards her, her teeth bared. It was when the witch made a desperate attempt for the door that Raven was capable of pouncing and sinking her teeth into Serafina's wrist, holding her, as deep snarls bellowed out from her.
It was the sudden shout of her name did the canine's eyes widen in shock, the creature feeling her body suddenly begin to freeze in place. The wolf could not understand why she could not move. While Serafina began to wiggle her wrist out of her teeth, the wolf whimpered and growled in desperation and confusion. Blue-grey eyes watched the witch as her feral mind tried to explain just what was going on. The primitive creature was confused as she felt her mind began to break. Raven was trying desperately to retain her control, but it had been so long...so terribly long since her other half was free. For a brief moment Raven was able to send a message to her witch-friend before the beast took back control. A very weak, frantic, and worried voice gently pressed into Serafina's mind, surely she would feel through the bond that the Raven she knew was locked and bound tightly away â€" something else was here.