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 July 04, 2019 by Raven Cain
How in the world did he get up here on the second floor in the first place? All their patrons knew that the second level was one of those places that was off limits. It was their place and anyone that wasn't allowed up here was swiftly kicked out. As a Dark Hunter, Azrael would have never been allowed within their establishment in the first place, this was supposed to be a safe place for their kind to unwind and relax. A haven from the outside world. Besides, the last time the Dark Hunter was here, he had knocked her Alpha and mate out, after she went through that traumatizing ordeal from Frost. His presence was most unwanted, and she doubted Tetradore and Tobias would tolerate him to stay here for so long. Using her nose to sniff him out he found him pop out from some stacked crates. Blue-grey eyes narrowed at the sight of him. Although she trusted him, a little bit, he was still trespassing on her pack's territory, and his presence made her feel a bit prickly. The last time he wanted to take her on a trip she had to walk through that horrendous auction warehouse. Seeing those sickly, scared looking Weres just made her feel immensely sad for them, they should have never been in there in the first. Thankfully though she and Mira were able to ruin the place and free some of the Weres, even if their solution was only temporary. It wasn't like the Council would care to find the culprits, at least they shouldn't. Maybe she should have kept quiet on the fact that she knew the place got damaged. Shrugging her shoulders she kept her face straight as she coolly replied.
Sure, she was the one that caused it with Mira, but he didn't need to know that. He was on the Council and she didn't really trust them. They weren't willing to do what was necessary, what was right, which was to close that auction warehouse down. It wouldn't have surprised her at all if there were members of the Council that were aware of the auction warehouse, and were probably taking some of the profit to fill their pockets. Shame on them. Hearing his phone buzz she titled her dial as he pulled it out. The sound of their patrons starting to whoop and holler started to increase. Turning around she moved over a bit to look down, watching as their guests started to claim their table, order their meal or drinks, and start placing their bets. In the ring she could make out the familiar shape of Jackal with Tobias and Tetradore. It seemed that tonight Tetradore was inclined to fight within the ring, his rare presence surely to increase the crowds as the night would go on. It would be best if she remained here, to help steady the crowd, but also keep an eye on him and her mate. What if tonight another pack would try to take the place, like the Ape pack did with her, she should be here to help them. Blue-grey eyes shifted to find Mira and Alexis working the bar. They would be able to help Tetradore and Tobias if she was gone, and if they really needed her, they would reach her. Hearing Azrael start to prattle on that they wouldn't be going to the warehouse did make her feel a little bit at ease, going there a third time wouldn't be wise. It was his comment through of wasting time that made her roll her eyes. Gosh was he needy. When she was to say she would go with him, she huffed in irritation when he asked her a second time. Her own eyes met his own as she nodded, moving down further in the hallway.
Just how in the world was she going to get him off the Ark without causing a ruckus? Having a Dark Hunter descend from their private quarters wouldn't make them look good. Frowning in thought she continued walking down further the hallway towards the door that led out to the deck. Turning the knob she opened it, turning her head around and gesturing for the man to follow her. Climbing up the stairs and entering the top deck, she stood looking around, waiting for him to shut the door. Once he did she'd move to the back of the Ark towards the loading dock area. Without even asking for permission she easily levitated Azrael up above the deck and gently took him back on the ground, landing him gently onto the docks. Using her telekinesis she did the same for herself. Reaching the dock she looked around noticing there wasn't anyone about on this side of the docks. Well, that was a pretty good idea on her part! Rather pleased with herself she grinned holding her head high, walking towards the exit ramp of the docks. He sounded as if he was in quite a hurry, surely they ought to get going now, right?