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
I've been reading books of old the legends and the myths
There was a certain sort of training that had existed within Piper's upbringing. Her father knew of the creatures that lurked in the night due, his surgical career bringing about the knowledge of exactly the damage these creatures could do. And that knowledge was exactly what he shared with his three daughters. Poppy and Percy had welcomed the warnings and teachings their father had bestowed on them far more than their younger sister had. Poppy had moved out of Sacrosanct with her husband nearly as soon as she'd gotten married, the eldest girl preferring the safety of the suburbs far more than the dangerous streets. And then Percy had followed suit when she'd gotten pregnant, insisting it was just safer for her daughter be as far away from the threat of the supernatural as possible. But Piper ... Piper, unlike her elder sisters, filled her head with books of adventures and fairy tales. She'd consented to the self-defense classes her father insisted on, and the silver and pearl bracelet upon her wrist - though that was more because it was stylish rather than the protection he thought it would give her. She carried a silver blade somewhere at the bottom of her messenger bag. But years of security and presumed safety had spoiled the young woman, the girl hardly considering what could be lurking in the shadows as she went down the darkened alleyway with music playing in her headphones.
As the vampire shoved her so roughly against the brick, Piper certainly regretted not heeding more of those warnings. How her father would be horrified at the situation - both by her own actions and the danger she was in. And while she'd thought all the precautions she'd been forced to endure were for nothing, she was certainly grateful for the silver that circled her wrist as it connected against the vampire's cheek. That cry of pain was immediate from the man, accompanied by another low growl as her knee connected with his thigh. It wasn't much, but it was enough of a distraction to allow him to release her. That, combined with the heavy book she hurled at him, gave her a few seconds of a head start down that alleyway. It wouldn't be much, he was certainly going to be faster than her, and yet she could only hope that she could get back to the safety of a crowd before he caught up to her. Surely a vampire wouldn't take on a whole crowd of people when hungry, right?
Piper was hardly given time to contemplate this, her body so colliding with that of another. The sheer force of her running sending both of them sprawling across the pavement. For a moment, the young woman forgot about the vampire, instead entirely preoccupied with the dark haired young man and the intensely irritated look that he bestowed upon her. "What does it look like I'm..." She started, but then the night creature caught up with them and the girl had no time to continue the sentence. That hiss brought her crystalline gaze up, the woman nearly frozen in terror. After all, what match was she against a vampire? The vampire's gaze so clearly flicked to the girl, his eyes sizing up the blood that was pooling through her jeans, a clear result of her collision with the pavement. Her knees were bloody and the palms of her hands ached, though she didn't take time to examine them now. Instead her attention was held steadfast to the man and the fangs that shone in the moonlight. Her muscles seemed frozen to the spot, even as the other man hissed at her to get up. Luckily for her, he hauled her to her feet anyways, though her eyes never left the threat at hand. If she was going to die, she wanted to see it coming.
Piper expected the man beside her to run, though he surprised her entirely by the way he positioned himself in front of her. The young woman sized him up then, her eyes leaving the vampire just long enough to get a clear look at the man who seemed so willing to be the knight to her damsel in distress. He looked vaguely familiar, though Piper certainly couldn't place it, but what surprised her most was how... human he looked. The vampire looked anything but human with his fangs and that pale skin, but the boy - the vampire had called him a Hunter, right? - looked just like her. Piper's attention was held between the two men, only interrupted by the immortal creatures lunge at the pair. Piper jerked backwards, her hand reaching forward to grab ahold of the Hunter, only to pause at the flash of a brilliant blue light. A small gasp escaped the girl as she eyed the flaming dagger in his palm. She'd heard of the magic the supernatural of the city possessed, and yet she'd never truly seen those glamours herself.
But the blonde was hardly given much time to react to it before it was so abruptly thrown at the vampire. Her eyes followed to see if it connected, though the Hunter's fingers closed around her wrist and jerked her in the opposite direction before she got her answer. Run. It was a simple, obvious command. One she certainly didn't protest even as she struggled to keep pace with the boy as he drug her behind him. "We can't outrun a vampire!" She exclaimed, though she supposed she should have corrected herself. She had no idea if he could outrun a vampire, just that she certainly couldn't. Though she didn't dare correct herself for the fear that her dark knight might abandon her. And it was true that they couldn't outrun the creature. Too quickly the vampire was on their heels, his outstretched hand grabbing ahold of the strap of the messenger bag criss-crossed across her chest. It slowed the young girl enough, the vampire using that momentum to throw her to the ground. Piper's hands flew up in an attempt to protect herself, though it was useless as the vampire's speed gave him every advantage. He knelt over the girl, his fingers once more weaving into her blonde locks as he made an effort to stop her struggling so he could drink.