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 April 12, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
She was stuck. Helplessly and hopelessly stuck. All of this was far too confusing and it simply didn't make any sense. When you die. You die. Well, she knew damn well she killed her pack mates, including her Father. Well, apparently she was wrong in believing that. Because being captured by some demented Dark Hunter that held an insane and unhealthy need to torture others proved to the young woman that some nightmares couldn't stay within your head. How the hell he had managed to have her Father alive left her with far too many uncomfortable questions. Knowing that the man she feared the most, other than Frost, was out there somewhere...anywhere and it was absolutely unnerving. Her concept of Death was slowly beginning to unravel. Was death not possible anymore? Were some people just capable of not dying? It made absolutely no sense and the fact that no one seemed to agree with her disbelief was disheartening. Why didn't anyone voice out their own concern? She was hurt and confused, wishing someone would at least see that she was at least trying to make sense of it all. This was when she wished Tobias had her back, and yet he fully believed his best friend returned. Maybe she should just believe and yet, she couldn't. At least not until she got some answers. Frustrated and confused she turned her focus onto cleaning their bedroom.
Why it was such a hard concept for Tobias to pick up his toys and put them away she did not know. Over and over again she asked her mate politely to pick up his toys and his clothes. That was all she asked of him. She would dust, sweep, and clean the bathroom, clean his clothes and feed him. She was a house wife. Well, a boat wife. It was the very least he could do to help her. If they ever had the chance to have children she would not allow them to be like their Father, they would be helping her with the chores, regardless of their tantrums. Quietly she began to pick the various items scattered upon the floor, lost in her own thoughts. It was the sound of the soft knock on her door that caused her to stop. Picking up what was left, with her telekinesis, she muttered under her breath as she headed for the door. Cracking the door open slightly, she peered outside to see the familiar face. Opening the door wider her dial titled to the side as she spoke softly with a small friendly smile.