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 January 14, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
This wasn't the time nor place to have such significantly important conversations. This was something they should have alone without being around anyone. They could be within the woods, lying underneath a tree as they watched nature take its course. Observe how the clouds moved and listened to the birds sing. They could be sitting on the top deck of the Ark, wrapped with a blanket, drinking warm hot chocolate as they watched the waves roll and crash towards the beach or docks, soaking up the sun, and tasting the salty air. Perhaps they would be curled up within the hammock or bed within their room Entangled in each other's arms and twisted around in those blankets, inhaling each other's scents, as they spoke candidly. Here standing within the jewelry store was not ideal and yet here they were discussing it, when they needed to discuss something much simpler and appropriate in the setting they were in. Even though she tried to keep the conversation about the ring her mate continued to change the subject to children. This was such a tender and sore subject for the young woman. Long ago she had decided that she wouldn't be able to have children. As a teenager the idea that she would be seen as an ideal mate was gone. If they weren't grooming her and preparing her for such a significant and important event in her life, then there was hardly a chance there would be prospects lining up. It just wasn't meant to be for her, and she accepted it. Even more so with her mate, believing that by the difference of their sub-species, they would never be able to have one of their own. Even though he spoke, usually the kind woman would cease to talk, hating to interrupt another, and yet she had to. When finished she looked up at him, waiting tentatively for his response. As he gently hooked a finger to the end of her shirt, obediently she walked towards him, as he placed her lips against her forehead. A small smile appeared on her lips as she wrapped her arms around him. Her face would bury in his chest as held him, standing still, whispering softly a response.
How could her mate think of having a family when most of the time he was trapped as another part of him called all the shots. In her mind she could see how different their life would be if he was more in control. Things would be entirely different almost surreal. She could see the man she so loved and cherished, more than anything in the world, be his normal self. How fun and playful their conversations would be. The different books they could read aloud to one another. The frequent date nights they would go on, enjoying those places like anyone else would in society, the man not being inhibited by his other self. It would be a different life, and yet it was not something they were destined to have. She would never change anything about him. Raven would allow him to be as he is, as they both were. Raven meant it when she told them that she loved them, the night they had their first argument, and again that night they shared her first time with him atop that hill looking over the city, and once again when he proposed to her. One arm moved away from his waist as one hand brushed up against his chest, speaking gently in such a tender tone.
Slowly her hand would leave his chest as she wrapped her arm around his waist again, holding onto him. Her eyes would close as she inhaled his scent, feeling his chin atop her head, resting there. Whispering gently and with conviction, she spoke aloud those thoughts that troubled her.
It wasn't Tobias and his actions with their children that truly made her afraid. She could go feral at any moment or at any time. What if she went feral and she attacked and killed their own child. Raven hardly forgave herself when it dawned upon her that she had killed the members from her old pack. The shame and sadness she felt to discover her feral side had done that, to innocent children was something she couldn't bring into words. If she accidentally did that to their own children, well, there would be no reason for her to go on. With a shaky sigh she looked up at him, standing on her tip toes, placing a gentle kiss on his own forehead. Blue-grey eyes looked upon into those warm golden hues in his eyes, uncertain if he would continue to agree of having children of their own.