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
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Posted on September 09, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
In a way she longed to pick up her book and continue with the story, knowing far too well that she wouldn't be able to read the book for quite a while, her moments of peace was quite slim. However, with Samantha and her position as a Fae Queen and the girlfriend of her Alpha social customs dictated that she me friendly to her guest. Mutely her eyes followed the fae move over and sit herself atop the unused bed. The bed was rather comfortable, nothing was wrong with it, but she knew how Tobias preferred the hammock. It was rare but the bedroom she shared with Tobias was absolutely clean. All his toys placed neatly on the shelves, the floor free from anything. She was a creature that loved order and cleanliness and she wondered how it was possible she could live with a man who did not share in these ideals with her. Somehow she made it work. As she weakly muttered her apology for trying to attack Sam, without meaning to, she listened carefully as the girl shrugged it off. A sharp twinge of pain could be felt at the side of her neck where Tetradore had dropped acid on it, her hand gently pressed over it as she rubbed the back of her neck frowning some. Blue-grey eyes averted Sam's as she remained silent not really knowing what to say. It was the comment about taking a trip that caught her attention. Slowly she rose out of the hammock, bare feet reaching the ground, as she stood up.
It was one of the rules that Tetradore had put in place and made clear to everyone. Full moon was time for pack. Though tonight Raven would not be spending her time with her pack, they would be busy taking the kittens, leaving her to be alone in the Ark. Though she would not be staying here alone, she knew she could busy herself somewhere else, where her presence would be wanted...well maybe. Raven wanted to make sure she had some time to see her familiar, tonight they would be doing some witch ritual stuff, and she was rather interested to see exactly what Serafina would be doing. Reaching for a sweater, she quickly put it on, as she grabbed a pair of socks and shoes to put on. Once she was finished she gestured for the door and followed Sam out, placing her hands in her pockets, as she trailed after the fae down the stairs.