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
How Tetradore relished within that taste of tomato sauce and cheese upon his tongue. It was such a distinctly simple dish and yet, he still savored every single bite. The emerald of his vibrant irises fluttered towards the woman beside him as the Were-King popped that last piece of the calzone within his mouth. Truthfully, he had every desire to utilize the kitchen staff he had so meticulously hired for more than the limited menu the Ark boasted. The chef, he knew, was capable of much better than the lackluster bar food that his patrons had come to expect of the establishment. Raven, however, seemed equally as determined to cook for the pack, though why he hardly knew. The woman certainly wasn't bad at it....but nor had she attended years of schooling in the perfection of the craft like his chef. It was a shame, really and yet Mira seemed to believe she was more than capable of crafting a challenge whilst providing a decent distraction to his Beta's wife. Tetradore's eyebrow rose in an almost vague inquiring manner and yet, the Alpha said little in the way of a response beyond the baritone grunt of an agreement he provided her with. Rather, his gaze shifted back towards the expansive greenery that lay on the opposite side of the way they presently sat upon. Tetradore was entirely oblivious of those stolen glances Mira took of him, his own thoughts certainly elsewhere and yet...it was rare when Tetradore was truly given a chance to be at peace in nearly quite this manner - how keen he was to enjoy it!
Fluidly, Tetradore pulled himself to his feet, the feline within him altogether obvious within every move he made. He turned ever so slightly upon his heels, only to bend down ever so slightly and offer Mira his hand. Her slender fingers fit into his palm and smoothly, without much effort on his part, the Alpha pulled the woman to her feet. His emerald irises silently observant how she stretched out her feminine figure, the man entirely willing to appreciate the slender slope of her physique as she did so. Already he could tell the veritable excitement that filled her, Mira's very body seemed taunt in anticipation of that ride to come. That very inquiry of whether or not she was ready seemed to prompt a beaming grin upon the woman's lips, that response hardly even necessary. He turned, clearly intending to move towards his own Ninja only for Mira's voice to suddenly prompt him to pause, her fingers grabbing at his hand. An almost questioning glimpse crossed Tetradore's features as he glanced back at her, the man momentarily complying with that gentle tug. He was hardly prepared for the gentle brush of her fingers against his cheek, his features momentarily twisting in a small frown as his vibrant gaze met the golden hue of Mira's eyes. That singular glance was all that was necessary to prompt the woman to lean in, her lips pressed against his in a sweet, stolen kiss. Oh, how many he intended to take from her tonight! That very teasing caress turned his thoughts momentarily towards the bedroom that awaited them at the very end of their journey. What a welcomed sight it would be!
Slowly, Mira pulled back, only for Tetradore to shake his head ever so slightly in an almost bemused manner. His hand reached up, the back of his palm wiped against his cheek as if he almost hadn't trusted Mira to have gotten it - not that he was even sure there was any in the first place. "You know you didn't have to do that just to kiss me." He informed her with a raised brow. The very playfulness upon he features left him contemplating if there really was sauce on his cheek or if all of it was just an excuse to steal that glimpse of affection from him. Nevertheless, Tetradore moved towards his own bike, her inquiry of his exhaustion brushed off with the assurance that he would sleep rather as he swung his leg over the bike. The very mention of the hotel seemed to entirely catch the woman off guard, her surprise was noticeable within her soprano voice as she questioned after the very hotel. Tetradore glanced over towards her with a small shrug on his shoulders. "I need to rest before I can teleport us back." He offered in vague explanation as his key fit in the engine of his motorcycle. The vehicle roared to life beneath him, Mira's soon following suit. He fitted his own ebony helmet onto his head, a pair of black leather riding gloves pulled onto his hands before he offered Mira his palm. He was quick to call upon his own power, hardly wanting to harm those bikes driving off the top of the Great Wall before they had gotten to have fun with them. His shadows, however, were quick to envelop them, depositing them just at the very base of the mountain without even the slightest of jostling.
His very suggestion that they leave promoted a clearly mischievous response from the she-wolf as she commented upon whether or not he could keep up. Tetradore could hardly help that scoff oh his lips as he kicked up the kickstand, accelerating the bike slowly forward on the gravel and dirt road that led back to the main highway. With that main roadway in view, Tetradore was quick to accelerate, the bike kicking up rocks and dirt in his wake as the motorcycle jumped for the asphalt. That question of whether or not he felt awake, however, prompted a soft chuckle upon his lips as the Alpha reached for his own connection to the woman, "Always, for this." He informed her. How eager she was for that open road ahead of them! She pushed that bike forward abruptly, causing the front end to lift slightly off the ground as Mira laughed with clear glee. The Alpha could hardly help the roll of his own eyes as the man leaned forward ever so slightly. How quick he was to join her, Tetradore easily maneuvering around those few early morning cars. The man was quick to take up the lead, his Kawasaki near flying beneath his skilled hands. How quickly the wind whipped at their clothes, the leather interior more than enough to keep the pair of Weres warm. The highway soon deviated away from the Great Wall, instead opening up with the bright blue ocean on their right, it snaked up and around, through forested hills and breathtaking views. It was this that he had longed to see, this which had started this whole journey in the first place. How he yearned to race with Mira down those awe-inspiring roads! A small grin crossed his features as Tetradore's gaze turned briefly towards her, only to push his bike onwards as the road spit the out across the very ocean itself.