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 Tetradore
Posted on December 21, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It wasn't like her to be awake this late at night. Even if she had territory patrol she wouldn't even be this late outside. The alleyways were empty not another soul was stirring. The only creature moving through these dark and dangerous alleyways was the wounded lupine that was leaving a bloody trail in her wake. She still couldn't remember how she was captured or what she was doing beforehand. Was she leaving Serafina's shop and heading home? Was she running some errand for her pack? What if she was on patrol and she was knocked out and dragged away? How she got captured by the Dark Hunter she couldn't remember, but she was absolutely terrified. Adrenaline was in full force and it was perhaps the only thing keeping the girl conscience enough to continue struggling towards the Ark. She had left the equine in one of the abandoned warehouses within the West, outside their territory, hardly wishing to bring him any closer to her home. She didn't mean to bring him, it all just, it just happened so fast. With a soft whimper she paused at the bottom of the ramp towards the Ark, taking a deep breath as her whole body began to shiver. She had to get inside, she'd be safe then. Safe and sound within the hull, far away from that Dark Hunter, Frost, and her Father.
As soon as she opened the door to the Ark, she entered inside whimpering ever so softly at the pain that ricocheted through her body. Once the door was shut and locked the Ark was deathly quiet. She wanted to go into the hammock and curl herself beside her mate, but she knew she needed to check out that the wounds on both legs and back. Keeping quiet, as much as she could, she maneuvered her way past the tables and chairs, past the fighting ring underneath the low dimmed lighting. When she finally made it to the corridor she took a quick right opening the door that led to the nursing station. Blazing lights suddenly illuminated the room and for a moment she could only see stars as she shut her eyes. With a sharp cry she began to shift back to her human form, her ebony and grey fur peeling away to reveal her scarred pale flesh. Around her wrist, neck and ankles were the branding marks from the silver chains that had branded her skin, stinging. Stumbling towards the table she slowly lifted herself upwards, bending her head down to catch her breath for a moment. With her telekinesis she opened the cabinet door and grabbed the first aid kit bringing it over to her. Slowly she opened the kit finding the rubbing alcohol and bandages, wincing softly as she began to clean the wound where the knife Frost had slammed into her calf. She was shaking and the seed of doubt and fear was slowly growing.
OOC: This is happening before Tetra's death.