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 November 01, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
As an animal she was not picky at all with whatever food graced her presence. Anything could be laid in front of her and she would devour it in whole. She did not realize that by rolling the bread off her plate that the raven-haired woman would take offense. In her feral state she saw things far differently than she did when she was sane. She wished to feed the woman thinking that since she did not want her to eat the bread in the first place, that particular type of food belonged to her and her alone. Bread was off limits for her. Besides she wanted the woman to have her own food, it didn't feel right to her to eat and not Serafina. It would seem her feral side was capable of manners. Eagerly she scarfed down the food pleased to have the cooked steak, although in this form it could have been well enough to be raw. Ebony dial would lift upwards when she noticed the witch was picking at the bread and eating some of it, satisfied, she returned to eating what was left of her meal, her pink tongue licking the plate clean.
Once Raven was finished her gaze shifted back to the Serafina, her grey banner swaying side to side in a happy manner. Cautiously she stepped forward towards the woman, the food causing the lupine to attempt to place some sort of trust with her, thinking that she may not be slapped again. Still unsure though she made sure to keep a few feet between them, just in case. As she speaks her dial tilts in a curious manner unsure what she meant at all. It is when she begins to bend down does the peculiar colored wolf lower and back away slowly, her tail going underneath her, not certain why she would be coming on her level. It is when she notices how her arm extends to her, holding the bread in her hand, that causes the wolf to slowly inch forward. Her cold nose would press into Serafina's hand, sniffing it for a moment, and slowly, gently does she take the bread from her hand, catching it when it falls, chomping on it.
Within her feral state there were some words she recognized and one of them was her very name. When she hears it her dial turns towards her noticing the tone of voice changing. When she speaks too quickly the she-wolf nudges her muzzle into the girls thigh, her ears going back slightly. As Serafina waves for her to go to the hallway, she follows slowly behind. When they make it downstairs she watches the keys dangle from the witch's fingers, finding the sound intriguing. She walks out of the door and stands on the porch heading towards the car. When she opens the backdoor to the car the wolf stands there puzzled and concerned. The car reminded her of a cage somewhat. She knew keys. Keys meant being locked up. The feral creature got nervous, black lips pulling back to reveal her teeth as her thick fur puffed up, not wanting to go in there. However, that bond between the two pulled at her to follow, and she remembered the witch fed her most recently.
Cautiously she walks towards the car, leaping into it and walking along the back seat. A very small whimper is released when the car door shuts the wolf concerned and worried that indeed she would be stuck in here, that this was indeed a cage. Suddenly she would begin to bark rapidly wanting the witch to not keep her here! It is when the witch enters the car at the front seat does she grow silent, unsure why she would enter the cage. Grey forepaws would be placed on the console her muzzle poking into the woman sniffing her and licking her, interested to have another within the cage.