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
Seems there was still going to be secrets of a sort between them, though Alexis was sure whatever was really the link between him and Alexander was, it wasn't anything to cause a fuss about right now. Besides, she could always ask her boyfriend and see what kind of response she got there. She didn't want to ruin her time with Tetradore so she decided to let it go....for now. As they walked into the Bakery, she couldn't help but look around, having not been in a lot of cafe's besides the one she worked at. There were definitely similarities between the two, but she caught the subtle differences as well and jotted them to memory, wondering if Alexander would be interested in changing some things at some point. The cafe was very much his and she would hate to take any of that away from him. But some of the decorations here were very cute.
She found herself wondering if Tetradore had some fears of fire as she did, but she had brushed it all away cause she didn't want to think about that suffocating smoke and the burning flames anymore than absolutely necessary herself. After all, his answer wasn't all that important. It only mattered that they both made it out in one piece. She was interested in whatever he might want her to do around the Ark besides healing injured fighters, though. She listened attentively as he named off the newer pack members and how he wanted her to spend time with them, make them feel welcome. Her lips tugged into a small smile as she considered for a moment.
"I can certainly give it a try. Henry seems sweet and I'm already staying with Caroline so she shouldn't be too hard to get to know a little better. In fact, I think Harley's going to be the toughest shell to crack. I don't even think she likes me." Her nose wrinkled a little as she thought of their last true encounter the day the Ark went down. Harley and she barely ran into each other long enough to chat while at the Ark and the little bit they'd spoken to each other that day wasn't exactly BFF material. Harley seemed to avoid everyone, for the most part. She'd be the challenge, for sure.