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
At least he didn't show that it hurt his feelings when she turned his confession of love into something dirty, giving a snort before he admitted that must be it. Her eyes softened a bit in that moment, offering an apology of sorts because it was all she could think to do. She bit her lip, wondering why it was so hard to say and hoping that she could find the courage to do that for him. She knew she felt it, so why was it so damn hard to admit out loud? She knew it was big for him to say it too and she didn't want to blow that off as something small when she knew it was anything but. At least she was able to bring the light of humor back to his eyes when she mentioned bending over for Viktor. He about choked on water and she laughed lightly before he nudged her playfully and said he'd have to draw the line there. She poked her bottom lip out in a pout. "Aw, I would have paid to see that. Ruining all my fun." She could see that she'd brought him back to reality a little bit with saying the name though and she almost regretted it.
Giving a soft sigh, she turned from Kohl, pretending like she was adjusting the water when really it felt perfect. Viktor always had a way of turning her world upside down and this was no exception. Except now he'd dragged Kohl into it as well and that could never be forgiven, not that any of his past transgressions could. She hated that she'd taken her boyfriend out of his luxurious lifestyle, so free of stress and danger and pulled him into this world of bloodshed and deceit all because of his association with her. It almost made her sick to her stomach. She asked about getting a shower if only to fill the suddenly suffocating silence they'd found themselves in. His voice sounded almost as defeated as her own when he answered, saying they needed to figure out how to live for the next few weeks. His last words about dying from fungus brought a smirk back to her features though as she turned back to him.
"That might look good on you, though. Everything else does." She assured him with a teasing gleam in her eyes as she gently caressed his cheek. She maneuvered around him then to get to the motel shampoo, balancing the tiny bottle in her hand as she poured some in her palm. "Shall I?" She made a turn motion with her finger to get him to turn around so she could then mover her fingers deftly through his scalp, working in the shampoo. This was intimate and should distract him from his thoughts of Viktor. At least that's what she told herself but deep down, she liked doing it too.