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 December 11, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She was getting used to these gentle touches from the raven-harried woman. Easily she pressed herself into Serafina's leg as they walked out of the store towards the car, quite content to be this close to the woman. Without hesitation the lupine leapt into the back of the moving cage, sitting down in the back. As Serafina came in to sit down she eagerly stood over and placed both front paws on the console, as her muzzle gently poked Serafina's face, her pink tongue washing her face, finding her soft muttered words pleasing. She would stop kissing Serafina's face and settle herself in the backseat walking towards one of the open windows. Remembering how it felt to stick her head out, she proudly stuck it out the window, her mouth opening and tongue rolling out. Eagerly her tail swayed side to side as they continued to drive down. As they began to enter the familiar grounds of the West district she barked softly, remembering this place was home. When the vehicle came to a halt along the docks she jumped out of the car nudging Serafina gently with her nose, leading the girl towards the shore.
Happily she managed to get herself to walk beside the witch ignoring the other people that were walking along the docks. They were not important right now. Every now and then she would gently press her shoulder into the woman's leg, herding the girl to the direction she wished to take her. There was a place she remembered that was close by the docks and even closer to home. The werewolf managed to lead the witch towards the shore that was near the Ark. Her tail continued to sway side by side eagerly, as she proudly pranced beside the witch. For a moment Raven would run in front of the witch, turn around, and lower her form to the ground with a play bow. A playful bark would come out of the lupine as she stayed in her position, insisting and waiting for the witch to do something in return.