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.
Bartender Raylin Chike
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
A yawn echoed upon the Were-King's lips as he stretched with feline grace. How warm the sun felt upon his caramel skin, even though the sweet ocean breeze held a nippiness to it that made Tetradore want to snuggle further into the depths of his lined leather jacket. Though Sacrosanct was in the depths of spring, life on the other side of the planet was not quite as warm as the country they'd just left. For all Tetradore had just accomplished, and for all the exhaustion that tugged at him with the sheer usage of power, the Were-King appeared nothing more than lackadaisical at best. The emerald hue of his irises shifted towards the young woman at his side as she stared with longing at the crashing waves, the very sound akin to a lullaby. "That shouldn't be a problem." The Alpha commented with a small shrug. After all, he had little intention of moving the pack from the Ark anytime soon. The Were-King was so used to the idea that his own life would surely not persist long into the future that he hardly considered where the pack or Mira might be, a great many years from now. Slowly, Tetradore pulled himself from the top of the motorcycle, his every movement somehow more lethargic as Mira rushed towards the edge of that brick structure - the girl clearly putting together the pieces of where he had brought her. After all, that wall was....iconic, to say the least. It's very length extended far into the distance, snaking over hills and valleys for what seemed like infinity.
The clear awe within the girl's features prompted a small simper from Tetradore and yet, the prospect of food was vastly more appealing to him then the sight that surrounded them. Slowly, Tetradore slid down the length of the wall, settling on the stone ground beside Mira as she pulled out the mysterious contents of that paper bag. The prospect of a second breakfast had hardly crossed his mind, the Were-King providing that jest with little more than an unperturbed shrug of indifference. It hardly mattered to him, honestly, what that meal was called so long as it was filling. He stretched out comfortably against the wall behind them, the vibrancy of his gaze stationary upon her slender fingers as Mira offered him the first foiled packet of food. The foil was still warm, the heat radiating from it as Tetradore took his own silver package from the girl. For a moment, he was almost keen to simply hold it in his hands, his inner feline all but relishing within that warmth. Tetradore's gaze shifted slightly from the foiled food towards the woman at his side as Mira spoke of just how awe-inspired she was already at their destination. Her hope for someone to speak English however, prompted a soft snort from the Alpha. "Luckily, I don't think we need to speak to anyone till tonight." He informed her. Matteo had been more than eager to help him make their reservation - the Frenchman clearly had pieced together his intentions even though neither of them had spoken outwardly of Mira. Thankfully, the hotel was already a destination for international travelers and with Matteo's efforts to ensure they knew of that language barrier, the hotel was more than happy to accommodate American travelers. Not to mention the amount of money he was paying for that hotel room in the first place.
Deftly, Tetradore's fingers pulled at the edge of the wrapper, only to reveal some sort of....crust. It was baffling and yet, Tetradore's absolute faith in staff prompted him to lean forward and bite into that crust. That burst of cheese within his mouth was all but delectable, followed by that familiar tang of pasta sauce. It tasted like a fucking pizza....but it most definitely was not. Tetradore glanced down at the food within his hand, his finger lightly poking at the edge of the contents in a careful examination. The man's declaration of what he'd just ate prompted ready laughter upon Mira's lips and yet, it seemed enough reassurance to cause the giggling girl to bite into her own 'fancy pizza pocket', as she'd taken to calling it. "Yeah, it kinda is like that," Tetradore admitted, glancing down at the pizza thing before taking another bite. It was good, the very sort of meal he might have to ask them to make again. Almost as if on cue, Mira commented on just how much their kitchen staff had been holding out on them. "I wonder what else they could make if I kept Raven away from them and just....didn't tell them what we wanted." He speculated, his brows furrowing in consideration. Maybe his own staff was capable of Matteo level of mac and cheese too and he'd just never bothered to think about it? It was definitely something worth considering. It hardly took long, however, before both of them had finished chowing down on their calzones, the remnants of their meal little more than pieces of foil that were shoved back into the paper bag.
His tongue ran absentmindedly over his lips, savoring the flavors of that calzone as Mira tipped her head backward, the girl clearly entirely content with that makeshift....dinner date....thing. A soft chuckle left Tetradore's lips before the man nodded in response, "It was." He commented only to slowly pull himself to his feet. Tetradore offered her his hand as he inquired whether or not she was ready though Mira was quick to jump to her own feed with clear excitement. A small grin crossed his features as Tetradore nodded, the man moving easily towards his own beloved Ninja. He threw his leg easily over his motorcycle, his emerald eyes briefly turned up towards her as Mira questioned whether or not he was really ready for that ride ahead. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll sleep at the hotel." Tetradore responded nonchalantly as he placed his key in the ignition. That small twist of the key was all that was necessary for the Kawasaki to roar to life beneath him. The Were-King reached out towards Mira only once she was settled upon her motorcycle, the Alpha letting his teleportation all but envelope the woman one final time. Those shadows quickly unfurled in mere milliseconds, the pair settled on the dirt road beside the wall. Though Tetradore was often reckless when it came to his vehicles, he hardly wanted either of them, their motorcycles, or the Great Wall damaged by some foolish attempt to jump from the top. Effortlessly, the Were-King shifted upon his bike, kicking the kickstand upwards. With the bike balanced perfectly beneath him, the Alpha pulled his helmet on his head only to gesture slightly towards the road ahead of them. "Come on." He uttered towards Mira, hardly giving her a moment to object before accelerating his beloved vehicle.