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 July 04, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
Having a lazy day was quite a rare luxury. There was no paperwork to do in Tetradore's office. All the daily chores were complete. The staff were busy doing whatever it is they needed to do to prepare for another night of business. There really was nothing that she needed to do. Serafina was off doing something with Azrael, and although she would enjoy to be with the witch...she didn't necessarily want to be around the Dark Hunter. The lupine was quite content with doing absolutely nothing. Happily she laid within the hammock they shared, underneath the warmth of the various blankets and pillows Tobias demanded they have. Quietly she read her book while her mate played with his toy farm animals. His incoherent mutterings was nothing more than a comforting background noise. Although her attention on the book was wavering completely. Her eyes would begin to close as she allowed herself to drift into a light sleep, the book slipping out of her fingers and falling to her chest. Leaning back some into the pillows she made herself comfortable. After all it was a full moon and that meant they'd be wide awake, a simple nap was perfectly fine. Right as she was about to allow herself to complete fall to the whims of the sandman, she felt that familiar gentle tug coming from her Alpha. Blue-grey eyes open wide as a heavy sigh was released. It wasn't often that he requested their presence, so whatever it was, it was important.
Before she could even get out of the hammock and lift the blankets off her, she watched as her own mate simply got up and left. Rolling her eyes and muttering to herself, she managed to get out from the hammock, laying the book down on the bookshelf. Leaving their shared quarters, closing the door behind her, she quietly followed after her mate to see a familiar looking figure sitting upon his throne and an unfamiliar figure leaning against the railing. Standing beside her mate's makeshift throne she silently watched how he interacted with their new guest. Unable to stop him from grabbing the poor man's hair she remained where she stood uncertain if the other would retaliate or not. What he meant by being nicer she had no idea, all she could do was give a simple unknown shrug. Hearing him claim her as his was a statement he often told her in private, but having it be said in public was quite endearing and a little silly. Embarrassed at the attention she quickly duck her head, her cheeks flaring, her eyes briefly looking towards Henry and then to her mate, giving him a shy smile. Looking over to both her Alpha and then to Henry she responded softly, as her mate settled himself within his spot, giving a little bit of reassurance to their guest about her mate.