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 maskTobi, Sam, Tetty
Posted on June 23, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
During the full moon each Were was far more in sync with their animal side than on a typical night. With the moon finally in its Waning state the pull of the moon wasn't not as strong as before which meant that the strong pull of their animal side was not as strong as before. With the sun starting to set it wouldn't be long until the Ark would be open for business and the roar of the crowd would fill the silent interior of the ship and the fighting ring would once again contain various opponents fighting one another for various reasons. Raven had already spent the time early in the afternoon to prepare and serve dinner to her pack and the staff, not minding at all the task at hand. With everyone fed and the kitchen cleaned the staff was getting ready for the Ark to open while the rest of the pack was doing whatever they wished to do before they opened. Tonight she would not be needed to help Tetradore with his business and Serafina was busy tonight spending some time with Azrael in the swamps. With nothing else much left to do, Raven was standing inside the fighting ring observing the changes made as Jackal proudly pointed to each one. One grey-trimmed ear twitched back and forth in half interest listening to Jackal as her other ear was pointed towards Tobias. She would not be shocked at all if he was thinking about some sort of mischief plot to tackle herself or Jackal.
Quietly she stood, blue-grey eyes moving over to the ways Jackal improved the ring, and although she should be feeling content...she wasn't. It had been so long since she had been in the fighting ring that she was starting to actually feel how enclosed she felt, the ring reminding her of cage. Of course the fighting ring was meant to keep the patrons safe and view the fights without being harmed, while at the same time providing fighting opponents enough room to fight one another without someone running away. In the back of her mind she could feel a subtle buzz lurking back within the dark shadows of her mind, where she hid the skeletons, she wished no one to ever see. As Jackal continued to go on she began to walk, going towards the edge of the ring and slowly pacing it, shaking her head back and forth. Assuming it was simply the nerves and reminder of the ring being a cage, she assumed if she walked it off she would be fine. As she got closer to her spotted companion she brushed her head affectionately underneath his chin, leaning into him for a moment, her eyes closing as that buzzling feeling in her head continued to increase. Softly her voice pressed against his mind, attempting to block out the sound of Jackal talking.
She knew Tobi enjoyed her presence when she watched him fight in the ring, and although she enjoyed watching him, she didn't think that tonight it would be for the best. Perhaps the uneasy feeling would fade away, and the buzzing in the back of her head that seemed to cause her head to throb would die down if she closed her eyes in a dark room and allowed herself to sleep.