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 January 15, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
She was quite good at bandaging up and wrapping her own wounds. She was self-taught and she did it by herself all the time without any help. She didn't ask for help, not because she was embarrassed, but because she didn't expect it. Even though she was struggling to bandage her own wounds she assumed her Alpha would go back to his room and sleep, and leave her alone to clean up her own mess. So, it was very surprising that he would take the time to sacrifice his own needs, like sleep, to take the time for her well-being. It was not her fault she was struggling to bandage herself up. She could barely hold onto the wraps, let alone use her fingers to delicately cover the wounds. So, she sat still as much as she possibly could, a flutter of light pink appearing on her marred cheeks, in response to his blunt comment. Raven remained quiet ignoring the fact that she was naked in front of him, yet again. She hated the fact she was once again, the weakest link within their little family, the girl wondering why he would continue to put up with her weakness once again. Nervously her fingers twisted and turned around one another, listening to his gruff words proclaim that they wouldn't have to worry about her Father. She knew quite well her Alpha and mate were exceptional fighters, but that didn't mean they were invincible. One day something would happen to them, one of them would go down, and she was absolutely terrified of that possibility. Weakly she murmured to her Alpha as if her words were blasphemy.
Ashamed she turned her head away from him not daring to wish to see the disappointment on his face, or what else it could be. Monsters were creatures capable of doing despicable things. Monsters destroyed their prey in any which way they could, just to break them, and torment them. The last thing she wanted was for her nightmares to come true and see him harming her family and stealing her away, for his own personal amusement. It was a lot to take in and try to accept. Raven knew Tobias wouldn't understand if she attempted to explain and she doubted Tetradore would want to hear her out if she tried to explain just why she was so afraid. So, instead, she would keep all her thoughts to herself and not say a word. Due to the lack of blood loss she noticed how her hand shook when she leaned over slightly to grab the blood chain connected to the archaic medallion with the raven engraved into it. Unable to stop her hand shaking, she held it out to her Alpha for him to see. It looked similar to the one Tobias wore, although on his there was a wolf. The Dark Hunter had it, and asked Frost for his piece, and she knew the stallion wanted to have the one she had too. Softly she spoke up thinking that it was good for her Alpha to know, whether he knew their significance or not, but she assumed it would good to say something now rather than keep silent on it.
Not wanting to give up the medallion, she held onto it, knowing she needed to hide it and keep it safe. Whatever it was. Now that he was finished bandaging her up. She grabbed what she could the items that needed to be thrown away, tossing them into the waste bin nearby the bed. Carefully she slid off the table, shivering from the cold and the shock of pain that overwhelmed her. It would take a few days for her body to heal and take on the role it should have some already to self-heal. Of course, she would need some rest if Tobias allowed her that rare luxury. Quietly, so as not to wake up the others, she limped towards the stairs, taking her time to get up the stairs, not wanting assistance. She didn't want to been seen useless as she already assumed she was. When she finally made it up the corridor she leaned up against the wall, using it for support as she walked closer to her room. For a moment she stood at the door, looking over to her Alpha, whispering gently expressing her appreciation.