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 September 17, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
Raven assumed that Tetradore would still want his sister cared for after his death. So, the she-wolf began the lengthy paperwork of building a trust for Nadya and her children. Believing that should Frost eventually harm her, and she be left to fend for herself, she would at least have a trust to use and rely on. Before Raven could submit the final paperwork Tetradore returned from the land of the dead, shocking her to her core. When she mentioned the trust she was building for them he ordered her to cease and not go forward with it. She could have questioned him and attempted to pry information out of him about it, but she knew it wasn't her place. So, she followed his orders. Not even bothering to file the paperwork in case he would change his mind. For as long as she knew their Alpha he was hardly one that would shift positions. Henry brought her up. How he knew her and why he bothered to ask, she had no idea. Raven had hoped that they could focus in his transition of becoming a Were by focusing on the most important thing accepting his other half and learning. He hardly needed to be involved in Were-politics and it would seem that goal had faded away. That he had already met Nadya was bad, but knowing she'd run back to Frost and say something...and all the terrible possibilities that could occur, well, that was even worse. Her grip on him did not loosen just yet, the she-wolf's fear for his well-being, and the well-being of her pack, caused her to remain focus on beating the mean with information he needed to know. Her tone was quite gentle as she attempted to get the man to listen.
Her hold on him would release as her head sadly shook. It didn't occur to her that they had to teach him to keep his identity quiet, or at least have to keep an eye on where he went. He was an adult and free to roam and do as he pleased. Maybe the first thing they should have taught him was how Were's thought and worked, what he should and shouldn't do. But he was feral, like her, and the focus was mostly on his well-being, because at the end of the day, that was all that mattered. That he would be okay. Whether they cared to say it aloud or not the pack cared deeply for each other and now that he was one of their own, that care shifted towards him. Gently she would reach out into his mind allowing a flicker of images to appear for him to see, almost like a movie rolling. There he would see a typically looking alleyway within the West, there was a small girl crying and a white male, with platinum blond covering half his face, with one violet eye seen. He would look over and turn into a massive all white stallion. Raven's memories would let the man see how cold Raven was as he froze her to death, with the stallion coming over to mash his gigantic hooves into her, over and over again, the sound of her bones cracking, breaking. Those memories would eventually evaporate and he would find the curly-haired woman with her arms folded, attempting to comfort herself.
Not thinking there was anything left to say she continued walking down in silence until he decided to speak up again and stop. Turning around she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie once more. His question cause the woman to stand there, mulling on how to respond. It was a bit difficult to give him a response he would like or even comprehend. With a sigh and shake of her head giving him a response that he may not like.