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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
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
There are monsters outside & they're waitin
there are vultures in line salivatin
though it is dark in the dead of night
I never go down without a fight
The vibrancy of the Were-King's intense gaze roved the genteel features of the woman nestled within his arms. How well he knew that feminine physique, those nights she'd stolen from him numbered far greater than any woman he had ever chosen to the keep the company of. The very ease that seemed to exist between them, her willingness to just let whatever they had be saw the Alpha return to her time and time again. That distinctly teasing tone to her voice prompted a soft chuckle from the often stoic man, those smiles he gifted her with were a rarity in themselves and yet, Mira often had a way of bringing that more peaceful side of the man to light. How unwillingly he was to let himself loose that metaphorical race! Tetradore knew well what his own bike was capable - those speeds far surpassing her own treasure Ducatti and yet, Mira seemed steadfast in her belief that she might hold a candle to what he was capable of. Then again, perhaps today she might have that very wish for a race she so desired. After all, that scenic route was nothing if not begging to be enjoyed at speeds that might likely get the pair in trouble. His lips twitched upwards in a small glimpse of amusement and yet, any answer he might have provided by her challenging words were cut off as her lips pressed all too eagerly against his own. Tetradore was more than willing to relish in that stolen kiss and yet, even it was fleeting in the face of the surprise that so clearly had tugged potently at the she-wolf's curiosity. Her insistence that they could not leave those roads waiting was met with ready agreement and, in turn, Tetradore's hands fell away from her waist as she slipped from his embrace.
Her inquiry of whether or not he had purchased such a bike for this event alone, however, prompted little more than a shrug from his shoulders. He hardly thought much of that purchase, admittedly, or the very effect it might have upon her. The emerald of his irises fluttered upwards towards her, only to note that clearly taken aback look that marred her features. The glimpse alone caused his eyebrows to furrow, the man truly oblivious to why such seemed like such a significant matter. "What?" He inquired almost wearily. Tonight, after all, was supposed to be an evening they enjoyed. It was supposed to be a breath of fresh air, an escape from the pressures of the Ark, the pack, and everything else that came with his life. Surely he hadn't messed that up already - had he? Fluidly, the Were-King positioned himself upon his own motorcycle with a sort of practiced ease. His own gaze hardly seemed to waver from her as Mira's attention turned sharply towards the Ducati that so awaited her. Her insistence that he had good tastes for the bike as well prompted another soft snort from his nose. "You picked it out." He commented, quite near reminding her of her tendency of late to stop and admire that very motorcycle anytime they saw it on the street, much less the discussions of her consideration to get one in the aftermath of their evenings together. It was only with that paper lunch bag and her own helmet in hand that the girl settled upon her new Ducatti.
Her admiration of the bike, however, only caused his own emerald irises to linger upon the woman at his side. Truly, it was fit for her. The motorcycle was as breathtaking as the woman who rode it and yet, Tetradore saw no reason to provide her with such thoughts as that girlish grin lit up her features. Rather, his hand reached out to her, the man presenting her with his open palm as he inquired if she was ready. The gesture alone provided an unspoken understanding that, where ever their destination was, he hardly intended to ride those motorcycles to those highways he had declared 'the best in all the world'. She seemed...curious, perhaps, of that location and yet Mira was always willing to jump to those adventures, albeit with the warning that it was best that bike and her didn't fall prey to gravity in the same way his previous teleporting efforts had tossed her into the ocean itself. A small grin toyed as his features as her fingers intertwined with her own though Tetradore's promise that it would be fine seemed to suffice as he reached for those shadows that eagerly jumped at his command. The dark corners of the room reached out with intangible hands towards them, embracing them in that inky impenetrable blackness that all but swallowed them. That vertigo began to claw at his stomach and yet, Tetradore had learned to find a sort of comfort in those split seconds in which they existed no where at all. Tetradore was well aware of the very tightness of Mira's grip upon him though he strove to push the sensation into the back of his mind as those shadows slowly begun to unfurl, swirling one final time before dissipating under the brilliant light of a sunny blue sky.
His own irises blinked at the sharp contrasting change of light and yet, it hardly bothered him for long as a yawn crossed the man's lips. The very extent of power so required to make that jump left Tetradore all but...exhausted, though it was a state he had expected to be. Softly, the Were-King inhaled that very scent of the ocean as his face turned upwards towards the warm caress of the sun above him. His hand dropped away from Mira's as the girl gasped in an audible surprise of where she found herself. The brick beneath them was damn near iconic and, in a way, Tetradore anticipated that surprise that was sure to come as he stretched out on the back of that motorcycle. His declaration that they should eat was met with nothing but silence as he climbed off his motorcycle, leaning it down against it's kickstand. Tetradore meandered towards the side of the wall, only to lean against it as he watched the way Mira rushed to peer over the wall they stood upon. That disbelief upon her features as she glanced up at him prompted a small, creeping smile from the Were-King as, slowly, his head bobbed in confirmation. How effortlessly she had been able to place their location, the girl clearly knowledgeable of that wonder, to some degree. He watched as her features lit up with that giggling laughter, that awe prompted a clear degree of elation within her before her golden gaze returned towards him. Her inquiry of whether or not this made their dinner now breakfast prompted a grin upon his features as his shoulder rose in a shrug. "It's one hell of a breakfast then." He commented nonchalantly, the man easily settling at her side as she reached into the still heated bag.
The Were-King positioned his back against the wall, his legs stretching out before him. "It's a first for me too....but the pictures looked nice so....we'll see." He commented, the man hardly perturbed about that very trip he'd so arranged. After all, he failed to see how it could live up to his expectations. All they required, after all, was a spit of land. Tetradore watched as she pulled out two distinct packages from their bag, the Alpha hardly hesitating to reach for one of them, even without the knowledge of what rested within it. Carefully he pulled at the foil that surrounded it, only to reveal a pointed edge of crust. His eyebrow rose as he eyed it, the man briefly glanced quizzically up at Mira before he bit into the mysterious....thing. Admittedly, he hadn't exactly told his staff what to make - just that he needed something that could be eaten on the go with as minimal of a mess as possible. They had been all too eager to take care of the rest. The burst of cheese within his mouth was all but immediate, followed by that tanginess of tomato sauce. He glanced down at the peculiar bite, only to look back up at the girl beside him. "It's like a pizza....in a...I don't fucking know, bread thing?" It was strikingly clear, at that moment, that calzones had never been a part of his diet before now and yet, Tetradore hardly had any fault with the meal. Hell, he was sure it was pretty much exactly what he had wanted. He continued to nibble upon the peculiar Italian...pizza thing, however, the man all but needing that energy for the hours that laid out ahead of him and yet, he was looking forward to spending that time with Mira, in spite of that tiredness that tugged at him. It was only once his Calzone was all but consumed that his emerald eyes turned briefly towards the young woman beside him. "Are you ready to actually see China?" He inquired, with a simper toying at the corners of his lips.