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
Tenderly Mira's fingers swept with such distinct care over his cheekbone, the girl's insistence that he had somehow managed to sully his face with a rogue glob of marina sauce prompted a small frown upon his lips. He was hardly prepared for how the woman leaned into his chest, leaning up ever so slightly to press her lips sweetly against his own in a singular stolen kiss. For all of those subtle hints of flirtation, for all those stolen glances and secretive smiles, the pair shared distinctly few true gestures of affection within public view. Tetradore had been altogether quick to brush off any of the woman's attempts early on, the man only engaging and reciprocating such tokens behind closed doors and on relatively few occasions. Now - in China, however, things were....different. They were so far from any sort of prying eyes, the couple truly alone and, most importantly, free. The intense emerald hue of Tetradore's gaze hardly missed the way that Mira's features seemed to dampen ever so slightly. His own fingers reached up to the same place she'd rubbed her thumb upon, as if ensuring that she had gotten all of that sauce, if it had even existed within the first place. His idle comment of that kiss seemed to catch the woman entirely off guard, her surprise surely visible upon her features before her shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. It was her probing inquiry on whether or not she had truly been after that kiss in the first place the spurred the confusion upon Tetradore's features. Slowly, in a distinctly feline fashion, his head tilted to the side. His eyebrows furrowed, that connotation all but missed entirely as the Were-King simply stared at her in utter bafflement.
That conversation, however, hardly lingered as Mira inquired after weather or not he was truly fit for the bike ride ahead. That exhaustion that laced his frame all but palpable and yet, Tetradore was more than willing to simply wave off her concern with the asurance that he'd sleep at the hotel. It was that singular word that seemed to pique her interest, the girl inquiring after their evening plans with that singular inqury. Tetradore shrugged ever so slightly, his response nothing but practical as he so purposefully failed to provide the woman any information that she apparently desired. There was, admittedly, far more on his mind than just sleeping - that alone rather unusual for the man who so tended to stave off those physical desires his gender was known for. A soft chuckle left his lips as Mira insisted they put such thoughts of going home behind them. Frankly, Tetradore was more than willing to agree. If it were possible to run away in the depths of Asian with Mira at his side, the Alpha would hardly hesitate to do so. "Okay, okay." He responded, giving into the woman as the pair moved towards the motorcycles that awaited them. Effortlessly, Tetradore threw his leg over the bike, the Were-King settling upon the seat as he pulled those riding gloves upon his hands and his helmet over his head. It was only once Mira herself seemed situated upon her bike that Tetradore offered the girl his hand, the very touch of their fingertips all he required to pull those shadows to their side.
That very departure from the Great Wall only seemed to further bring out the playfulness within the she-wolf, one that seemed to expand ten fold the moment they finally met the well paved surface of China's famous highway. Tetradore was quick to allow his own bike to accelerate forwards, Mira quickly following suit as she pulled back enough to lift the front wheel of her Ducatti off the ground. That clear laughter on her lips prompted a roll of Tetradore's eyes as he leaned forward, his thoughts so clearly brushing against her own. "Show off." He commented as he weaved effortlessly around the vehicle in front of him. Tetradore all but ignored the frantic beeping in his wake, the Alpha altogether used to prompting such reaction within other drivers with the way he tended to so utilized the speed of his sports cars. The Ninja beneath him was navigated with the same mastery and yet - with the early morning and that glorious road ahead of them, there were distinctly little traffic to impede upon both Mira and his own desire for speed. The wind whipped by them, the Alpha more than glad for the heavy leather jacket that kept the chill from his frame. How he so despised that cold and yet, with the sun quickly rising above them, distinctly little thought was given to the temperature with his vibrant irises were instead so focused upon the lithe frame just slightly ahead of him. Really, how stunning Mira looked hugging the frame of that powerful Ducatti, the woman embracing the very capabilities of her bike without hesitation.
It was the woman's voice within his head that drew Tetradore's thoughts from appreciating her figure, the man purposefully redirecting his very attention as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't, accelerating slightly ahead of her in the proccess. "I did promise." He insisted with a vague shrug, his gaze focusing upon his surroundings before that sudden expanse of blue ensnared both of their attention. He had seen pictures of it before, of course, when Tetradore had chosen that treck of road. It had seemed lovely enough at the time - the longest bridge in the whole world. It was entirely different, however, to be on it. How utterly bright and blue the sea seemed around them, continuing on for miles and miles till it was all he could see.
The wind picked up somewhat here and yet, Tetradore was hardly worried as Mira inquired what bridge it was. "Uhh, it's a sea bridge. The Hong Kong...Zhu...something or other bridge." Admittedly, geography had never been Tetradore's strong point, much less anything he was interested in, his own 'schooling' nothing short of utterly unconventional. Mira was quick to pull up beside him, the woman abruptly accelerating once more only to offer him a challenge, one he'd well seen coming with the way she sped ahead of him. A soft snort left his nose as the Alpha leaned forward against his Kawasaki, Tetradore reducing the drag his own body gave that sleek bike. "We'll see how fast your Ducatti really is." He insisted, a grin painting across his features as he truly let the motorcycle open up. How effortlessly he caught up to the young woman, even as she so clearly goaded him. His brow rose as he glanced to the side, her features only just barely distinguishable against the tint of her red helmet. "I don't know Mira....I don't think you're bike's fast enough..." He teased her, the pair easily splitting off around a much slower vehicle before dipping back into the lane ahead. Really, it was lucky they had so much road to cover and yet, Tetradore had little intention of loosing, that competitiveness within him so fiercely stroked to life as he pushed his own bike faster and faster.