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 (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 was curious as to what had drawn him out, not only in the heart of a prospective pandemic but on the cusp of a storm. Was he restless as she was, did he crave a distraction, or was did he truly just want to rebel against the city's imposed curfew? He breezed over it however, his vagueness forgotten to her as he questions the Ark's notable and sudden disappearance from the water. It had been the heart of the pack and a sort of sanctuary for her despite its less than savory reputation which was entirely earned and for good reason. The weight of his gaze on her pulled her focus back to him after offering that rather obvious response as to what had happened to that towering steel structure. Falling back on her infallible sarcasm however she offered him the quip regarding those tickets he had delivered to her not so long ago to lighten the mood. At his reply she held her hands up in mock innocence.
However, she couldn't resist knowing how long he had lived in the same building as her, not realizing that he hadn't probably understood her question until she revealed her apartment number to him. Recognition and surprise lit up his face plainly enough, watching his dark locks sway gently as he shook his head. His reaction made her lips quirk upwards in a light simper as he gave his own room number in return.
Then she couldn't resist the question which had been burning on the top of her tongue any longer, requesting to see the sketchbook her held rather possessively. It gave her a an unexpected thrill of pleasure that he decided to hand it over to her, she had known a few artists and all of them were rather possessive of similar such binders. As he handed it to her however she rather forgot about everything else for a moment as the sketchy scene he had so masterfully laid out garnered all of her attention. Settling herself beside him on the cool sand she couldn't resist asking if he might consider selling it to her at some point. He seemed surprised at her request, literally waving it off as he said she could simply have it since he had so many other similar pieces already.
She shook her head however, her wavy blond hair strewing about her shoulders and face so she had to reach up and pull it back behind her ear before looking back over to him.
Looking over to him as he propped himself up on his elbows to see what drawing she was referring to she saw the recognition on his face before he replied.