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 17, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Home was supposed to be a place of warmth, comfort, and safety. However, being inside the Ark she did not feel these things made home, home. The Ark was cold. Each time she walked through the corridors she felt nothing but agonizing pain. She tried going through the motions. Busying herself in the paperwork gave her the chance to have her mind focus more on work rather than the tragedy that had befallen on them. It had grown difficult for her to achieve such a thing. Just seeing Tetradore's name on the paperwork was enough to trigger those silent tears to fall. She appreciated Tobi's attempt to help her feel okay, what with his crazy antics to distract her, and there were times when she fell for them, grateful for the distraction. However, the business needed to continue as it was and Raven was the only one who could do it all. Jackal was of much help and use lately, but he too was busy doing other things. In fact most of the staff at the Ark really went out of their way to appease Tobias, but also to focus on her. She appreciated their wordless show of support and help. It didn't go unnoticed when she watched them start preparing meals for herself and Tobias, even though she hardly ate. They would actually go into their room and clean it up, do their laundry, even steal her mate away and play with him. Each time she caught them doing something kind she muttered her thanks, appreciating the effort they were doing. When Tobias would leave his throne to enter the ring, leaving her to stay up there as she anxiously watched, Jackal or a staff member standing there closely beside her, resting an arm over her shoulder as if to steady her shaking. It wouldn't look good if a patron or a challenger noticed she was having a nervous wreck when her mate was down there.
It was nice to be outside and get some fresh air. At times she felt overwhelmed, suffocating under the pain and anxiety. She had no clue that her mate was busy trying to lock up Tetradore's office with rope and a paddock lock. Her mind was elsewhere tonight as her pained eyes looked up at the winter full moon. One grey-trimmed ear twitched when she heard the sound of a door opening up. Her ebony dial barely lifted upwards as she looked over to see who it was. Weakly her grey stained tail lifted upwards in greeting before it fell down on the tarp and rope. As he got closer she released another soft sigh, the tether between them tightening. Now that he was Alpha their bond had only intensified. When he sits down beside her, her eyes close for a moment, trusting him completely. She could feel his long fingers dig into her thick ebony and grey fur. A soft whine comes from the lupine as she lifts her dial, moving it over so she could rest it on top of his knee. She wasn't quite sure what he wished to do with each other underneath the first full moon without the green-eyed Alpha. In fact she wasn't quite sure if he would want to leave the Ark. Frost hadn't shown his face within their territory and he never came to the Ark. Her eyes would follow his as they looked up at the moon together. His desire to go to the beach was a bit puzzling, the boy was not one that liked the water. It was cold, as it was in winter, and she wasn't quite sure heading towards the beach was a good idea, but if that was what he wanted, she had no business to deny him. Slowly she would get up and stand there, waiting patiently for him to shift and join her on their walk together. Her voice was soft as she responded kindly to him.