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 October 21, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
¬Perhaps if she had lived with a family and pack that supported her, Raven would have gone on to do bigger and better things. That overwhelming amount of self-confidence and pride would have given her the ability to think highly of herself, to set lofty goals. It was obvious that she was smart. It is possible she could have gone on to be a Doctor, a Lawyer, a scientist or business professional. Backed by a stable, and loving livelihood the young woman would have grown on to be something! Living in the pack she grew up in she was unable to truly even think about the future she could have. There was no reason for Raven to grow up believing she could've had a lucrative job of her own, a loving husband, with perfectly healthy children to call her own. She knew what her fate would be. Trapped and miserable within her cage, locked away without the chance of going out there and making something of herself. It wasn't too late for her to try though. Now that she was with a pack that accepted her, faults and all, it was possible for her to try for something. But being a Doctor, or Lawyer brought her any interest. Helping Tetradore run his business, be it the fighting ring or running the other commerce avenues, Raven was enjoying herself. She had friends she could trust and rely on. The lupine felt she was admired and adored by her own mate, the two of them. And she had the money and ability to get all the books she wished to have. Her life was perfect. Maybe some would believe a smart girl like her shouldn't be running around with a gang that ran the West District, and yet it didn't matter to her what others thought. Raven was happy, truly happy. The kiss on her forehead brought her much comfort as she gave him a dazzling grin. It was peaceful to walk with her companion through the mall. Hearing a word of gratitude was rare, but she appreciated it all the same. A warm, soft chuckle came out of the small woman as she squeezed his hand happily.
Indeed she could have no such thing happen! It would not be approved by society, to see a grown man walking around stark naked. Within the Were community it was acceptable to see themselves walk around without any clothes on, but never here. Buying her mate clothes seemed like something a typical girlfriend would do. Of course she only bought him things that she had seen him buy before. It wasn't that hard to do. If she could wash his clothes and they were ruined beyond a little TLC, then she went out to buy him something new. He never complained about the clothes she bought him so the wolf assumed she was buying his attire correctly. His attempt at trying to find clothes for her was quite amusing. It had taken many trials and errors for Raven to learn just what kind of clothes she was supposed to wear. There were not many clothes she felt confident in. Many clothes were far too revealing or tight. Such attire was not something she would enjoy wearing. The clothes she did like were baggy and loose. Yet she knew such clothes were not supposed to be worn for engagement photos. Using her phone to look for photos of examples, for herself and Tobias, she handed him in the phone assured he wouldn't break it. Looking back at the rack of clothes she moved over to another section, moving the hangers to the side as she pondered the thought for a moment at the garment. When he inquired whether or not the one he found would be suitable, she looked over to take a look at it, and she nodded in approval.
Now that she had an idea on what to look for she lifted her head to look over the rows of clothes. She noticed her mate's attention was on a particular section. As her eyes shifted in that area she couldn't help, but blush profusely. Well, it wasn't surprising that her fiancé would be interested in those undergarments. It was so very ideal that the clothes he suggested she wear wee over there beside it. Taking his hand so he would be close, they crossed aisle way ignoring the other shoppers. Shyly she gestured to the women's undergarments, all a variety of color and fabric texture. Standing at his side for a moment she would speak until she headed for the dressier side of women's clothing. Not bothered at all if he wished to stay in this area.