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 August 28, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
The ghastly events that had occurred only a few minutes ago did not seem to linger at the forefront over her mind. The lupine was obviously in a much more relaxed state now that there were no longer specters beings that resembled the dead members from her family pack. Between her grey paws was the delicious loaf of bread she had managed to find for herself. With morning comes the need for breakfast and this was the only thing she managed to get her paws on. Happily she began to devour the bread, her grey splashed banner waving back and forth, as it thumped the floor. She was not concerned in the slightest when she saw out of the corner of her eye the witch within the kitchen doorway, assuming entirely that the girl would get her own meal, not foolish enough to take what she deemed as hers. It was the shout of her name that caused the wolf to look up, the creature for a moment understanding this word, it was important, it was something she heard frequently. A rough bark was given as an almost what for surely the witch wouldn't shout this familiar name to her unless it was important, which clearly it must be, because how dare anyone interrupt her meal.
As she lowered her dial to take another bite, she was shocked at the sudden violent pressure she felt on top of her nose. A sharp cry came as she stared up in shock at the witch, surprised that the witch would strike her. Black lips pulled back to reveal her sharp teeth as she dove for the bread snapping as the witch's hand clasped around the bread, attempting to take it back, but the witch was too quick.
Another whine was released as one grey paw was lifted to cover her nose, still feeling the sting, clearly unhappy and hurt at being hit. Her soft ears tugged back tightly against her head as her dial lowered, hearing the anger in her voice, as the raven-haired woman deemed she was bad. How was she bad? She was hungry and she took the only food she could find and get her paws on. She does not hearing the anger in her words or that growl leaving the witch. The feral creature didn't understand what it was that she had done wrong. She was confused and hurt. Slowly she got up on her grey-paws growling, confused as to why she couldn't go and attack Serafina.
The bond between witch and lupine continued to have a strong hold on her, even when she was feral it would seem. As Serafina continued to lecture her the lupine whined even louder in protest, an odd whine mixed with a growl was her only response, as the still hungry lupine walked away. Her dial lowered, tail between her legs as she moved to get away from the angry witch. Black nails clicked and clacked over the tiled kitchen floor as she the lupine seemed to pace around the kitchen not liking the feeling of those grey eyes upon her. Blue-grey eyes noticed something odd barely poking out from beneath one of the bottom countertops. Her dial would tilt towards the witch and back to the mysterious thing. Ducking down the ground her paw began to scrape the bottom of the countertop, her muzzle shoved underneath it, attempting to take out what she had found. When she finally managed to grab it, she lowered her dial, her ears holding folding back in an apologetic manner, hiding the thing she found. It was only when she stood in front of Serafina, did the wolf tilt her head upwards. There hanging in her teeth, was the tail that belonged to an ugly tattered big brown rat, trying to get away from her clutches, the wolf wagging her tail fiercely, pleased to have found this for the witch. Soooo where's the food?