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

Edge of the Circle

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 September 01, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
West
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

If someone told her Tetradore was running illegal activities she would actually be truly shocked. Out of everyone in the pack she was the only one that helped him with running his business. Everything they did was legal. How would she know it was legal? Raven was the very last creature to step over or break any rules or laws. She was far too submissive and her ability to follow without question the rules the city of Sacrosanct placed made Raven the ideal citizen that any power-hungry political official craved for. Within Tetradore's office Raven was a muted little worker bee, helping her Alpha with all the necessary paperwork that came with dealing goods from one place to the next. Raven saw everything and made sure everything was in its place and running smoothly, helping her Alpha continue to have and run a successful business. She was completely unaware that there were other books that Tetradore had hidden away or that sometimes he was out and about doing nefarious things. No, in her happy little world, everything was going quite well and if someone asked her about any illegal activity going on, she'd laugh and speak the truth, so much so, that anyone who had an ounce of doubt would hardly want to shatter the picturesque of her belief.


Earlier that day while Raven was getting ready for the day, she was shocked to see a massive bruise along her neck, from her outing with Tobias the previous night. Raven was not a creature to wear makeup and so she had no way of covering it up. The only way she could cover the hickey was keeping her long golden-brown curls before her shoulder, so that it could hide the mark. Even though last night was a lot of fun she didn't wish for everyone to see how much fun they had. Making breakfast and serving it was the ultimate test, to see if her hair would be enough to cover the hickey, and without any mistake or anyone's snide comment, it appeared as if she got away scott free! It would have been absolutely mortifying for the meek girl to be put on the spot for receiving such a mark, the girl frozen in absolute fear should anyone speak of it. Raven had no idea how long this mark would stay on her neck, but she would do her best to constantly remind herself to make sure that no one would see it. She would need to have a talk with her mate on why such marks shouldn't be placed on her for the entire world to see. Although that reminded her of another topic that would need to be shared to everyone...she and Tobias had yet to tell their pack mates that their relationship had turned far more serious within the Were world.


It wasn't surprising that the Ark was empty during the day. Staff members didn't start trickling in until the afternoon to prepare and get ready for the nightly fights that would occur. With just a few hours away until the staff would come in, Raven was busy rummaging around through the deeper portion of the ship. There were a few things that needed to be locked away under key, files of her paperwork hidden so that prying eyes would not get a chance to look. Keeping all the files within Tetradore's room didn't seem reasonable, anyone that was against their homely business would surely sneak into her Alpha's room to get these things, and the joke would be on them when they didn't find what they needed. When she was finished locking the door she didn't mind the hallway was covered in darkness. Moving her form easily down towards the main part of the ship was easy and since it was something she walked down frequently, moving in the dark did not inhibit her. It was the sound of someone else's footsteps that caused her eyes to narrow, barely making a shape that another was there, and as she inhaled softly the scent belonged to no one familiar. Quietly the lupine moved forward until she was standing underneath the low lightning frowning some that someone had made it down this far. Hearing her speak and say she was looking for Tetradore caused Raven's hair to stand on end. Was this girl friend or foe? Unsure and not willing to let the Russian girl out of her sight she spoke softly, her voice firm, but reassuring that her confusion and trouble would be over.


"You seem lost? No one but pack and staff is allowed to be back here. Come on, I'll take you to see him."


Blue-grey eyes looked over the girl carefully, taking note there was some sort of package in her hands, as her mind began to work out what she needed to do, should the girl be a threat she gestured forward for the girl to follow her. The lupine did not walk in front of the Russian, nor behind her, but rather directly beside her. Eventually they would leave the deeper part of the hallways and the wildcat would find herself back at the front of the ship where she had entered, the stacked chairs on table, and the large fighting ring portraying the events that went on within the ship. At night the place seemed packed and cramped, but during the day before business began it seemed rather spacious. Raven did not have the slightest intention of leading the unknown Russian girl directly into Tetradore's office, but she was willing to allow the girl to stay down here while she fetched him, but she didn't want to necessarily leave her alone either, especially if she wondered off. Brining the girl to a nearby table she made a gesture for the girl to sit, Raven allowing herself to sit at the table as well, so to assure the girl all was fine. With a shy small smile she spoke softly, inviting their wandering guest a chance to rest and take it easy.


"Do not worry, he'll come I'm sure, but I think he is busy at the moment, why don't you take a seat and wait?"


Little did the WereTiger know, Raven had already mentally called for Tetradore and Tobi to come to her. They had an unusual guest with a package for Tetra.

Raven Clocksworth.
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