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 October 02, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
The panic in Serafina's voice, the way her heart hammered, the scent of fear on her was enough to confuse and worry the lupine. She did not like being around the witch when she was in such a terrible state like this. Her thick grey fur along her back was sticking up, her eyes scanning the area for the threat, unable to comprehend why the dead rat in the middle of the floor was causing Serafina to be this way. It was a small rodent, one her mind claimed as inferior to herself, it was food when none could be found. Why this small thing was the reason that caused her mistress to be afraid, she hardly knew. Her feral mind churning on the concept, unable to make the link that would explain why the raven-haired woman was afraid of this grey harmless, now dead, rat. Unable to make the connection she let it be and focused now on whether or not she could trust her. Twice in the same day she had been slapped and yelled at. The peculiar colored lupine was shaking within the corner of Serafina's kitchen, sitting here and looking at the floor and not at the woman that still sat upon the countertop. Serafina was not eating the bread, she took it for herself, and so she thought she was fine in that aspect, there was no need to yell and slap. She was a pack creature and in some way Serafina was like her pack, she would have shared. Bringing the live rat to Serafina, was her way of showing off what she found, a creature that could be used for food or a toy to have fun with, but once again she was harmed. Unsure of what would happen next the canine not trusting the other female in the room.
It was the soft voice of the woman that broke the feral creature from her thoughts, blue-grey eyes sliding upwards towards the girl, watching as she threw some of the bread on the floor. Black lips pulled back slightly, glaring at the piece of bread, thinking it to be a trap. She was slapped when she ate the bread the first time and she now understood that piece of food was off limits. Hearing Serafina's voice ring once more, the lupine covered her teeth, as she titled her dial to the side almost listening intently. It was the sight of the steak coming out of the refrigerator that caused the lupine to raise her dial, catching the delectable scent of the raw meat. Her grey banner thumped on the floor in an eager manner, her pink tongue sliding along her lips, pleased to see the meat. However, she did not willingly bound towards the raven-haired woman, and sit before her like some obeyed pup. Back in the dark crevice of her mind flickered a memory. They had teased her with food before when she wouldn't come out of her cage. The ones like her in age would promise to play, the feral wolf longing to connect with someone, anyone, and food seemed like an innocent show that they would oblige with her needs. She left the safety of her cage, happily trotting to the others when they suddenly bared their fangs and attacked her, causing the older ones to come and attack her, a punishment for leaving the cage without their approval. Always she was tormented by the young ones with food, the feral creature longing for that connection and food, all in one. This steak, she decided, was a trick like the bread, a way for the woman to get close to her so she could hit her again.
With caution she left the safety of her corner and walked slowly towards the rat, moving past the bread in an uninterested manner. Her cold nose would sniff the dead rodent, her eyes briefly looking upwards to the woman wondering if this would be approved. Her teeth would gently pick up the small creature, tilting her neck backwards she opened her mouth wider allowing the rodent to go into her mouth as she chewed it and swallowed it down. She had played with these small creatures before when they slipped into her cage looking for food. Hardly did she get fed all the time so eventually her playmates would turn into snacks. Her grey-trimmed ears folded back to her head as her body lowered into a crouch, her tail sliding underneath her as she walked past Serafina and the steak, not wanting to be harmed again. The lupine walking out of the kitchen and into the living room, the moment she wasn't in the same room with the woman she returned to her natural stance, walking easier now through the rooms finding something. It wasn't until she made it into Serafina's room when she found exactly what she was looking for. Lowering herself the creature got underneath the bed, finding it cool, dark, and cozy, an enclosed space that relaxed her. Her tail curled up against her she released a heavy sigh as tired eyes looked towards the door, thinking perhaps her presence wasn't wanted.