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
He didn't expect the lead, but he welcomed it anyway. He'd been sitting on a bench for most of the day, reading the paper while he half-listened to conversations happening all around him. Most of them were the usual human nonsense. Whose dating who and who cheated on who and where the next luncheon was going to take place. Things he could hardly care about so he'd tune them out and read some more. But then one particular conversation popped up and he had to turn his head a little, just to tune in a little better. A dark hunter was lying low, someone called Veronica. She heard rumors of an ancient vampire hanging around town, someone who might come looking for her.
Usually, it would have seemed too coincidental to mean much, but when the guy said Veronica knew too much and mentioned an interrogation that went very wrong, specifically using the words "staked to the wall," the viking immortal saw red. He'd replay that night in his head every day for the rest of his existence like it happened yesterday. Finding his darling prodigy like that was his worst nightmare come to life. He would never recover from it and he would never stop till he saw vengeance for her.
Erik spent the rest of the day tracking the man who'd been talking. The funny thing was, his senses told him the man in question was a simple human, so how was he linked to dark hunters and how did he know so much about that night? Erik could only assume he was connected to Veronica. Perhaps a friend or even lover? That could make him valuable, so the vampire kept him in close sight.
Most of the day was dull. The man went from shop to shop, buying odds and in's that seemed unrelated to each other but Erik noticed the basic home hygiene things like a toothbrush and tolietries, only enough for one person. So either this guy was planning on going on a trip...or he was buying for someone else. Erik chose to believe the latter so he continued tracking the guy till he ducked into a little diner. The vampire waited outside at first, watching through the window. But when the man ducked into the kitchen, he could see he was getting closer to his answers so he went around the back...just in time to see the man hand off the bags to a woman. And her scent gave her away immediately: dark hunter.
Erik followed the woman further into the west side of Sacrosanct and when she ducked into a club, he didn't hesitate to follow. The blinding neon lights hid her from view at first but he had her scent in his nose and he would find her. Bodies brushed and jostled against him. The place was crowded and his nose filled with the smells of sweat and lust. Sighing, he ducked his head and started to make his way through the crowd. This might take all night.