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 January 01, 2019 by Raven Clocksworth
It was endearing in a way that the child Fae would think that an apology was all that was needed when someone treated them incorrectly. If she was the same age as that child and she told her abusers they were wrong, and they should apologize, they would have just laughed. Probably even harmed her some more. Besides they made her think she was in the wrong. When she cried and apologized to them when her other half attacked they didn't think her apology would make all things better. With Maeve believing that a simple apology could fix all things was preposterous. Were all children this naïve? It wasn't a bad thing that she was, but it was concerning. Children were capable of knowing right from wrong quite easily, but even they should know that some things can't be easily fixed...right? Perhaps having a bit of innocence truly was a good thing. Ignorance is bliss as they say. And yet should she allow the little Fae to waltz through life believing such a foolish thing. With a sad, small simper she shook her head slowly.
There, that was the right thing to say to a child, right? She wasn't a Mother, but according to Matteo she would be a mother of not one, but two children. How in the world was she going to take care of two children when her mate was very...different? He would always mean well and she was sure he would assist in the ways that he could. However, she would have to require a lot of help from her pack mates. The thoughts of having her own children were brushed aside as the little Fae mentioned that Tobias was one of her best friends. Her mate was capable of being child-like at times, but the Fae girl ought to have friends her own age. Taking the drawings from the girl she looked over them, easily making out the characters she drew easily.
Her head titled to the side for a moment pondering on the question Maeve gave her. There wasn't anything wrong with letting the little Fae girl see her wolf form. It was the idea of the girl seeing her shift that might frighten the poor thing. After all when it came to shifting into her wolf form it was rather gruesome. Her bones broke and pierced from the skin, her body looking rather hideous through the process. It was best, she assumed, that the child shouldn't see the process. At least not until she was a bit older. Gently she guided the child over towards Tetradore's bed, letting her stand at the edge. Nodding her head she replied while gesturing towards the girl to cover her ears.
She took a few steps back towards the center. Once Maeve turned around to face the wall and placed her hands over her ears the young woman promptly shifted. It didn't take long, it never did. Only a few short seconds and where the woman stood it was replaced with the lupine. Gently Raven would pierce her words through Maeve's mind.
For a moment Raven would stand there swaying her tail side to side in an easy manner. Nails would click on the floor as she made her way towards the Fae, her grey-trimmed ears pointed forward in interest. Slowly she would walk around the girl allowing her to see those markings. Even though her scars crisscrossed all around her form there were peculiar grey markings too. There Maeve could see those dragon-like wings along her back, and the grey along her spikes. Those dragon-like markings went all the way down to her tail that grey perfectly sticking out against her ebony pelt. Her head would gently press into the Fae's side as she stood quite still then, allowing the child to pet her...because how could a child resist?