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 28, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She wasn't quite sure if the Witch was being sarcastic or not, but she was rather quite pleased that someone else noticed how very practical she was. It would be extremely out of character if Raven wasn't hands on with doing something, especially when she wanted to do something correctly. Did she strain over every cookbook following each recipe carefully? Of course! When she learned about new rules, laws, or business techniques for Tetradore, did she have a stack of books on his bookshelf, along with all their paperwork filed away and labeled appropriately? Absolutely! Who spent all that time in the warehouse that belonged to Serafina, and piled up all her ingredients neatly and made sure all the items are stacked neatly and in their correct location, after many small disagreements it was the peculiar looking wolf that sat so very quietly in front of the witch. Really and truly Raven was a creature who preferred to follow the rules, always. Sure she was beaten to follow structure and order, but it was her way of life. Still unsure what the witch meant by it, she would raise her dial proudly and quietly nod in agreement, quite assured she was indeed such a practical Were.
As Tetradore stood beside her she remained quite still, unsure if he was indeed happy with how she was dealing with their odd guest, or if he was here to hurry things along. In all honesty she assumed she was doing quite a decent job. As the witch pondered on the idea of including powers or her weapons within the fighting ring the werewolf knew all too well it simply wouldn't happen. Jackal had designed the fighting ring making it possible to block any and all powers. As for weapons, well, it wouldn't be fair for a non-were to go and fight a Were. A blade or a gun wouldn't be fair to a creature and their natural weapons. It was the witch's next question that caused her grey-trimmed ears to prick forward in interest. There were decent reasons to fight.
Some saw these fights as nothing but a blood sport, but it was far much more important than for fun. There was reason behind it. However, there was also a reason why she hadn't entered the ring in quite a while. It was the faint touch on top of her skull that caused a warm fuzzy feeling rise within her chest and melt all the way down her spine. It was rare for her Alpha to show affection, let alone to her out of their pack. Slowly she leaned her shoulder into the side of his leg, her own attempt to show appreciation. Calmly she answered the witch's innocent inquiry, her voice surprisingly ringing with honesty.
Such the practical answer from a practical werewolf. She would attack those that would bring harm to her pack. She fought Frost when he trespassed and when he had threatened a friend. Sure she suffered a terrible fate, but the important thing was that she was standing here, still alive. As Tetradore's gentle touch began to stop she would sit up proper this time as he began to take his leave, leaving her with parting few words. Black lips pulled back, her attempt at a friendly grin, as she began to stand on her grey paws her voice polite and friendly.
Turning around she began to follow after Tetradore, watching as the other Weres began to spread apart, allowing her to pass, many of them cheering as the leopard began to end the thrilling right. She would stand by the ring and her tail would wag when Tobias came out as the victor once more. Brushing her cheek against his own as he began to exit the ring, the two would walk side by side, as they climbed up the stairs heading towards the perch they all sat, to look over their home. Tobias sitting into his makeshift throne beside Tetradore, as Raven happily sat down between the two thrones, quite content and happy in her place.