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 knew it had to be killing him, being in a cheap motel that so obviously was...well, cheap. Carpet stains and wallpaper peeling, water stains on the ceiling, just a few of the many things she'd seen in their short time here and she knew Kohl had to be dying on the inside with his OCD and cleanfreak nature. She hated even asking him to tolerate this kind of thing cause she knew it wasn't for him, but Viktor had already made it clear he was a target so she had no choice. Sure, maybe she could have ditched him and put a security detail on him, put some distance between them and hoped Viktor followed her instead but last time they split up didn't seem to help matters much. He still got to Kohl and got to her. Now he knew her weakness and she was sure he wouldn't hesitate to exploit that a second time if it meant he got what he wanted...her dead. If Kohl died in the process, just collateral damage.
But she didn't want to split up anymore. Having him here with her, no matter the dingy circumstances, she knew she wanted to be with him more than anything. More than breathing. It was terrifying how much power he had over her. Therefore, how much power Viktor had over her, she had to remind herself. She tried to brush teh dark thoughts away, not wanting to drown herself in the depressing nature of their situation. Instead, she wanted to focus on Kohl's tight ass and getting themselves as clean as possible before they could get nice and dirty again, hopefully this time in a bed. When she asked about the shampoo, he said he would pretend it was organic and she snorted as she worked it into his scalp. "Yeah, that's exactly what the label said." She massaged around his scalp, her own body relaxing into the movement as he leaned back and told her she was good at it. She smirked, her eyes dancing with amusement.
"I'm good at a lot of things and don't you forget it." When he told her to turn, she slowly did so, snorting again at his comment that it probably wouldn't be enough to cover half her hair. "Guess I'll have to chop some off, then." She'd played with the idea of cutting her hair anyway, to help with throwing on a wig or something if she needed a disguise. Maybe a cut and dye would work. As he worked the shampoo in, she closed her eyes and leaned back, making a "mmm" noise in the back of her throat. She could easily fall asleep like this. Until she fell against the shower wall, that is. When both were clean and rinsed, she took the towel handed to her and slowly dried herself off, stealing glances at Kohl out the corner of her eye. She couldn't help herself. At his question of Viktor forgetting them, she laughed. "Highly doubtful. He's pursued me for almost a decade now. Now that he knows he can use you, he won't quit. Not until someone's dead."