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 30, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
With everyone believing that Tetradore's return was a miraculous event, Raven would continue holding her own doubts. Actively cleaning their room gave the woman enough time to clear her mind and come up with a plan to accept whether or not the man sitting on the Throne, looking over the fighting ring, was indeed their Alpha. It was difficult to accept that anyone could conquer death. It wasn't possible. Then again with the return of her deceased Father making his presence known maybe it wasn't too impossible to believe that Tetradore could too, come back from the dead. It was all simply just a mess. Rational thinking was a good thing, and it yet it would seem it would be of no use for now. All of it was simply, utterly confusing, and annoying.
She was hardly in the right mind to work tonight. Of course everyone would be celebrating the surprise return of the Were King, and although her presence should be there, she simply couldn't bare it. Not yet. She should be moving amongst the crowd taking their money and placing their bets. Fighting in the ring was not something she wished to participate in. With her self-confidence low, the memory of fighting in a fight and losing, let alone knowing that if her weakness at her inability to heal quickly like other Weres was exposed it would be a pointed flaw for her pack, she simply didn't wish to participate. She knew her mate was perfectly fine in the ring and yet she was worried that one day something terrible would happen. Of course he would be fine and she saw no reason to watch him in the ring tonight.
The idea of not knowing a birthday was far much cruller than never celebrating a birthday in the first place Raven was accustomed to celebrating her birthday on her own, and it wasn't until she came here did she understand what it was like to be amongst others on a special day. Her grin got much wider at understanding what they were doing and she was quite excited to do so. That there would be another Were didn't bother her at all, especially knowing it was female rather than male. Opening the door wider she stepped outside, closing it, waiting expectantly for the were-fox to take her out of her home for the night.