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 December 15, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It would seem the cold wintery weather matched the mood of the members within the Nightshade pack, or at least, what was left of it. It hadn't been easy for any of them. One would think that they would move on and yet every day without their green-eyed Alpha was another reminder of how terrible they would be without him. Raven threw herself into the business side of things with Jackal helping her as much as he could. The Ark was running smoothly. It had to. Immersing herself in her work helped the young woman keep her mind going and not thinking about him. She had long given up on trying to help her companion understand and cope with the loss of his beloved brother, but sadly he wouldn't catch on. It wasn't his fault. She knows that and yet it pained her when she heard him tell her at night, when they would curl up together on Tetradore's bed, the promise that he would come back. Oh how Raven wished that was possible. There were times when she woke up in the middle of the night, noticing the light flicker on in the corridor and the weight of someone walking in the hallway, coming close to the bedroom door, and Raven always hoped that Tetradore would walk in. To her dismay, always, it wouldn't be Tetradore, but a staff member coming in for whatever reason. The poor girl hardly held any hope anymore. If it didn't show in her action then surely it showed in her physical features. Raven was far too depressed to eat or take care of herself.
Thankfully Tobias was not in the fighting ring. Raven couldn't stand it when he was in the ring. In the back of her mind terrible thoughts would rise to the surface: what if he was challenged for the pack, what if he was challenged for their home, what if he died? She could barely watch him, but when he came through victorious she sent a silent prayer to Fate, grateful that he was still here and that they were safe. Tonight he was not bothering to watch the fights or participate in them. No one was really doing well and the good fighters weren't here tonight. She was working with Jackal, wordlessly taking the money and writing down the bets, hardly wanting to speak to anyone. It was when Jackal emerged from going into Tetradore's bedroom did she notice Tobias stepping out. Silently she watched him head towards the front door, the girl worried to know why he was going there in the first place. Had Frost come? Signaling another staff member to take her place she quietly headed towards the front door, hearing her companion hiss at the woman in the entry way. Pulling her golden-brown curls, that lacked their usual shine, away from her eyes, she stood beside her mate, her hoodie barely holding onto her frail frame. Her scarred face held a mixture of curiosity and pain, tired eyes tracing over the witch, uncertain of her, well uncertain of any stranger.