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 24, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Rabbits. She cannot understand why they would be in some sort of container within this place. The only place she found the rabbits was outside, hopping in the fields, or in the ground of their hole. She liked these critters. They were fun! Fun to chase. Fun to hop on. Fun to torment. Fun to eat. Fun. Fun. Fun. Yet she could not play with them. Gently she brushed her nose into the plastic wall, watching as the colorful hoppers quickly hopped in the opposite direction of her. Puzzled she walked around the cage, going where they were all huddled, pressing her nose again only to have them hop away again. Over and over again she did this, silently, her long nails click-clacking on the tile floor. She was not growling in frustration, she was not barking at them, and she wasn't being loud, because she couldn't. It wasn't because of Serafina's order for her to not kill anything. Rather it was her instincts kicking in. She had to be silent in order to attempt to capture her prey, of course the first thing to figure out, was how to catch them. The man that worked here ruined her attempt to solve the problem. For a moment she backed away from the object that contained the rabbits, quickly going over to the witch. Even in her feral mind she understood authoritative figures and didn't trust this male at all. It was best, she thought, to stand next to the raven-haired woman, her side leaning into the woman hoping she would make the male go away. Her dial would tilt as she listened towards the two, not understanding completely. The manager's brown eyes narrowed as his hands were then placed on his hip, one finger wagging in an accusatory manner.
As the woman spoke of his dead Grandmother and his weight gain, he looked at her in shock, stammering stupidly, watching as the woman walked away with the animal he was sure was dangerous.
Hearing her name and feeling the woman's fingers tug some of her thick ebony fur she turned around and followed the woman, staying closer, nudging her cold nose into her thigh. Her attention on the woman left when they walked by the cage holding up numerous colorful birds. Grey ears perked up as she released a soft woof, wanting to get closer, but whined softly when she felt the witch's hand put pressure against her shoulder blades. Lowering her dial in obedient fashion, she continued to follow the woman and stopped when she did. Her dial would tilt to the side as she looked at the colorful array of different objects. Feeling Serafinas head leave her shoulder blades she took a tentative step forward, looking up at the woman to assure herself she was allowed to move. When she didn't see any motion to stop her, she took another tentative step forward. Slowly she would walk down stopping for a moment to look at the different toys, unsure why the woman wanted her here. Nothing seemed to really catch her attention. Shaking her head she resumed her walking, until something caught her eye. There was a blue stuffed armadillo that was hanging on the wall, quickly she walked toward it gently taking it in her mouth and dropping it on the floor. Slowly her paw would press it, believing it would roll into a ball, when suddenly an odd squeaking sound left it.
Shocked she took an immediate step back. When she pressed on the critter in the wild it would roll up into a ball, and yet here, it was still. Shaking her head she took another step towards it, pressing it again with her paw, and jumping up when it squeaked. This was incorrect. This wasn't right. Black lips pulled back as she growled softly, her ears pressing against her skull. Quickly she snatched it, shaking her head side to side as her jaw snapped up and down, in an angry fashion not liking the sound at all. With the armadillo still not rolling it into a wall she dropped and released a heavy snort. Teeth stilled barred at it she turned around gruffly moving away from the witch and the toy. With a soft whine she walked to the other end of the aisle ignoring the colorful objects, and as she met the end of the aisle she turned her dial to the side noticing some more cages that had in them familiar smaller creatures. With a wag of her tail she quickly walked over towards it, eager to get to them, all of them. It would seem that Raven found the 'Adopt a Cat' section. Her grey banner swayed side to side as she sat in front of one of the cages that had three kittens inside it. Gently her nose would press against the wall of the cage, taking in their scent, as the kittens came over in a curious manner, pleased to have attention. As they mewed and pawed at her muzzle, she laid down in front of them, allowing them to press their fur against her muzzle, her tail still wagging. Apparently she found her toy.