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 (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
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
She sat on the fire escape, her back leaning against the cool brick exterior of the apartment building though it bit into her back slightly. One jean-clad leg extended on the metal floor of the platform while the other was angled enough to support the back of the book she was reading against her thigh. One hand held the pages back as her eyes skimmed the stark black word the other stroked the rather staunch gray feline that was curled up next to her. Grayson made a good companion for quiet times like this, his enjoyment of napping was nearly an artform and her purred happily under the absentminded movement of her hand across his side. Sighing she looked up from the pages, her brows furrowing slightly as she studied the horizon instead. She had re-read the same paragraph god only knew how many times and simply could not process the words. It was a shame, as the book was a real page turner and had all the makings of a series she would no doubt be re-reading in the future, but her head was just not able to focus at the moment. Her life had been in upheaval as of late, first with the loss of her job at the Ark and now with the surge of some unknown illness which had left most of the city sheltering in their homes.
The lack of activity left her bored and there were only so many things she could do to pass the time in her apartment. It left her feeling stagnant and anxious and as she stared out at the darkening horizon the charged air made her yearn for the unpredictable aspect of life that usually gave it such flavor. She sighed as the wind picked up and whipped her hair around her face. A storm was coming in, she could nearly smell it on the air as it rolled in from the ocean and no doubt she should retreat back inside to safety, but as her hand swept her hair back behind her ear movement caught her attention. Her hazel eyes narrowed slightly as she watched the figure exit the building below and stroll towards the beach a few blocks away. Curiosity piqued in her mind, it was the first person she had seen outside in all the time she had been sitting outside these last few days.
Glancing down the street for a moment longer she pulled herself to her feet gaining her a disgruntled mew from Grayson before she stashed her book in the window and lowered it enough so the cat could still squeeze inside. It should keep out the rain enough, though there wasn't much in the apartment that could really be ruined. With one last pat on Grayson's head she began to slip down the grated stairs, her slip-on sneakers muffling the sound of her footsteps. Still she pulled her ability around herself like a cloak so that anyone watching would be inclined to look the other way or find something else much more interesting to watch that the slender woman walking down the street in the wake of the stranger who had so unknowingly garnered her attention. She lost sight of them but she was fairly sure they were headed towards the beach though she could not fathom why with the weather which was rolling in.
She paused across the street from the shore, though he was easy to spot as the lone person not only on the sand but within view. Something was familiar about the shock of dark hair that obscured his face, but she could not place it quite yet. Instead she let her veil drop and crossed the road, kicking off her shoes at the edge of the beach and letting the cool sand wrap around her bare feet. She strode out towards the water at first, letting the nearly electric charge of the air and tumultuous waves encompass her. It was wild, it was free, and for all that she could not stand the rumble of thunder she loved storms and all that they embodied. She waited long enough that her presence could not go unnoticed before she turned and walked towards the dark figure. She was a few paces away when it finally clicked, from this position able to actually see the planes of his face hidden behind the shag of his hair.