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 February 25, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
As a predator she was used to focusing on the slightest of movements on her prey. By no means was Emerson the prey tonight, rather, she was the creature Raven was entirely focused upon. Blue-grey eyes narrowed slightly when she noticed the woman shifting where she stood, as if she were unsettled or anxious. As far as Raven was aware she wasn't posing in an intimidating manner. Quietly she listened to the girl explain herself. Hearing that the woman was told to suppress her power allowed the woman to sympathize though. The reason why her pack was so fearful of her, that they tortured her, was due to the fact that she could go feral. No one could explain why she was cursed with this particular ailment. Raven didn't know why it came and why it wouldn't. Fear was probably one of the triggers. Sometimes when she was frightened she would attempt to protect herself, and yet she didn't realize it but her feral side would take control and give the lupine the courage to attack â€" whoever was attacking her. Other times Raven wasn't feeling afraid, rather happy, but her feral side would take over when it wasn't necessary. So, Raven understood, in a way. So, she voiced aloud a probable solution.
She did not ask what exactly the power the witch was unable to control. Admitting a flaw wasn't easy and Raven was not going to press upon it any further. The lupine knew of her own flaws and speaking them aloud to a complete stranger wasn't something she wanted to do. How a knife would help her stay in control, she did not know, but once again she would not ask. Leaving her alone for a moment Raven moved into the dark part of the warehouse to shift in silence and at ease. It wasn't difficult to miss the way the woman stared at her. Everyone always stared at her. Sometimes it was because her mate was doing something abnormal like muttering to him, or trying to catch the colorful lights unseen to the human eye, or wearing something ridiculously on his head. Yet even with him at her side she could feel the way strangers looked upon her. So, she ducked her head to allow her golden-brown curls cascade down to cover her face. In front of Emerson it would be no different, she would lower her head and head towards the door, trying to focus on getting the woman to the hotel, rather than continue to feel her eyes upon her form. As they walked she would lift the hood up and stuff her hands in her pockets. When the witch asked her a personal, and pointed question, Raven didn't stop walking, but rather continued in absolute silence.
No one had ever pointedly asked her such a question. In fact no one ever spoke to her about it. Rather no one really expressed any interest of asking. Raven never spoked about it with anyone, not her witch familiar, not her Alpha, and certainly not her mate. She did explain it when necessary or accidentally. No one wanted to bring up the past with her and in a way Raven didn't want in the first place. She didn't know what to say or truly where to start if someone did inquire her about it. Was she ashamed? Of course. The she-wolf knew it wasn't her fault, and yet she felt responsible. If she didn't have the ability of being feral then maybe she would have received the love from her parents and pack. Yet she could not play the 'what if' game. Here and now she had someone asking how she received her scars and Raven wasn't sure if she felt comfortable unleashing the past that constantly haunted her. With a heavy sigh her shoulders slacked for a moment as she softly uttered a mournful response.
Emerson spoke of something personal and so Raven responded in return.