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
The instant that she took her place in between the fallen Hunter and the vampire, Piper was well aware of what an idiot she was. Despite that brandished knife and the command of her voice, she was no match for either of the supernatural beings. But that adrenaline had propelled her forward and she was unwilling to simply leave the Hunter to die in this alleyway. If she did run, was she any better than the vampire if she allowed the certain death of the fallen hunter? Besides, it wasn't like she would be able to escape in this circumstance anyway. Piper was the vampire's prey, and she didn't anticipate that he would be satisfied with letting her go. So instead, she stood between the two men with that seemingly pitiful knife clutched in her fingers. The vampire was well aware of the lack of follow through in her shaky words - the girl too scared by the situation and human morals to actually attempt to harm the vampire. Even if he did want to rip her throat open, he looked far too human for her to act upon the threats that she spoke.
That cruel laugh of the vampire only made the blonde woman's brow furrow, that determination igniting in the woman. She opened her mouth to speak once more, though the words never tumbled from her lips. Instead, she was abruptly pulled backwards and into the arms of the Hunter, his hand reaching for the blade that she held. She failed to pull it from his reach, though her fingers only tightened around the blade desperately, as though she was utterly terrified that it might be taken from her. A gasp of surprise escaped her as the blue flame engulfed the silver of her blade, though it was nothing compared to the noise that she made as that blade was plunged into the heart of the vampire. Though Piper didn't resist the hunter's touch, she didn't assist him in the assault on the vampire. No, Piper merely allowed him to move her arm as he pleased, the girl against his chest frozen in horror of the whole situation. Piper was sure that she would never forget the sound of the vampire choking on his own blood, nor the sound of the body crumpling onto the pavement.
Piper didn't resist as she was once again pulled backwards and out of the way of the vampire, though her eyes never left the dying creature. There was something so decidedly human about the being as it died, and yet Piper felt nothing more than relief that the threat was over - and perhaps a bit of concern that the blood had gotten onto her shoes. The blood pooled at her feet and if Piper hadn't still been in the arms of the hunter, she might have stepped back even further. As soon as the vampire stilled entirely, Piper was released from his grasp. Piper stepped backwards, away from the blood and the body, her blade falling from her fingertips and making a clattering sound that echoed in the dark alleyway. The rush of the situation seemed to push her forward, that adrenaline propelling her once more into the arms of the handsome hunter. His noise of confusion hardly stopped the girl as she pressed her lips against his own.
The hunter's strength as he pushed her back nearly caused her to fall backwards, the girl only catching herself by clasping onto the man's arm. She released him as soon as she regained her balance, the woman hardly bothered by the half-shouted question that escaped the dark-haired man across from her. "I'm sorry I just-" Piper said, her gaze flying to the body at their feet. The entirity of the events seemed to crash into her at that moment, and those icy blue eyes focused on the man as she tore a hand through her tangled blonde hair. "We just... We just murdered someone. I... We just survived that and I just... Oh my god, he was going to kill me. He was going to kill us and we survived." It wasn't quite panic that escaped the girl now, just a flurry of disbelief and adrenaline. "We survived and if I'm going to go to jail for murder I might as well kiss the hot boy that saved my life."