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 September 11, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It did not occur to her at all that the bread was not a piece of food she was not allowed. It was out, lying there, waiting to be eaten. It was not protected nor covered and so, Raven felt that it was her right to take it. That the raven-haired woman would not agree with her obvious fair assessment was absolutely shocking. She did not like being struck. It reminded her of being hit by others, the ones that instinct alone told her was family, and yet they didn't treat her as such. Her whimper was not only done because of her distaste of having the bread taken away from her, but she did not appreciate being slapped in such a way. With the food gone and her presence no longer wanted she moved away, only to busy herself with picking out the rodent that was hiding under the countertops. Bringing the rat to Serafina was Raven's attempt to be on her good side again, so that perhaps she would be fed. It was a survival instinct in a way, to please the one that controlled the food, and Raven even in her feralness nature knew just who was the one in control. She was assured that finding this unwanted pest would indeed bring her not just verbal praise, but also food! Once again Raven was baffled at the response Serafina displayed.
Grey-trimmed ears pressed tightly back against her skull, as her eyes widen in shock, as she listened to the terrified shriek that came out of the delicate witch. Too shocked and baffled by the scream and the sudden scramble to climb on top of the countertop, the peculiar lupine watches unsure really what to do. When Serafina attempted to get away and climb on top of the countertop, her foot knocked into the side of Raven's head, her jaw opening and the rat falling out from her grasp. I sharp yelp was released as another whimper could be heard from the lupine, unsure why she was struck yet again. Her trust in the raven-haired woman was immediately being undone. While the rat attempted to scamper away, Raven turned her attention on Serafina, one grey-trimmed ear twitching forward as she hears the panic in her voice, and her command to kill the rat. The bond between witch and familiar helped Raven see that Serafina was afraid of the small rodent, and it was that bond alone that caused Raven to spring and charge after the rat. The rat would zig-zag across the kitchen floor, but Raven managed to pounce upon the rodent, her dial lowering, as she sinks her teeth into the creature, shaking her dial back and forth to kill it. Eventually the lupine would unceremoniously drop the now dead rodent.
Unlike last time Raven does not come to Serafina to present the creature. Unsure of how she would react or how the witch would treat her, she stayed in her spot away from the witch. Her dial would lower as she slowly got up, backing away even further from the girl. Nails would click on the tile floor, as she backed into a corner, shaking. It was something she had done in the past when she experienced being smacked around, remembering that when she backed into an enclosed space she was left alone. So, she sat there, the lupine believing that she would not be hit a third time, if she remained far away from the creature, that for some reason, she felt a desire to be close to. It would seem that Serafina's rescue of the ghastly creatures was something her feral side could barely remember, as it pondered on the idea if indeed Serafina could be trusted.