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
THE LIGHT IS EASY TO LOVE
Posted on August 16, 2018 by REGAN IZUMI
He dares much, this dog. He saunters closer all loose and swinging joints. Regan grimaces as she takes in his strange scent and blinks. He smells oddly like...food. Cheeseburgers to be precise. Mmmmmm...cheeseburgers. As her interest in him as person wanes, her interest in him in terms of food blossoms.
She moves all around him, lingering over areas where the scent is strongest. She is dissappointed to learn that he seems to have eaten all or atleast hidden all the remaining yummies. The tigress cannot help but wonder if he would taste like cheeseburger if she ate him, since he had eaten cheeseburgers. Or did it not work that way? One way to find out.
Just as Regan is contemplating the veracity of the idea of dog flavoured cheeseburgers or cheeseburger flavoured dog, another Were enters into the scene. He wants to know whats going on apparently. Regan tilts her large head and turns to gaze at the newcomer. He's...odd looking. Fox? Dog? Dogfox? Regan doesn't know. She sniffs his way just in case he smells like cheeseburgers too. Sadly no. A large woebegotten sigh slips from her lips and she returns her attention to cheeseburger dog.
It's easy to tell the direction her mind is taking when a very large grumble rumbles in her tummy. Hungry. And both the male Weres smell like food. Where was her food?! Did they not like to share? Or were they simply waiting for the opportunity to do so? Feeling slightly better at that idea, Regan shifts to human. Long black hair covers most of the interesting bits, but even so her scars glisten in the light. As always her eyes remain unchanged. Thrusting out a hand in each of their directions she gives them the opportunity and the gesture to share.
The tigress looks out at each of them from behind human eyes. Make the smart choice boys. Or she might just settle for cheeseburger flavoured dog and dogfox/foxdog flavoured fish.
"Thinks like this."
Replies
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