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
Parenthood had been quite the roller coaster ride for the last three months. Although those pregnancy books and classes provided some helpful information, there was still a lot she learned through trial by fire at taking care of a newborn. Changing clothes and diapers could be done in her sleep. Having to bathe their son amidst her husband's vehement protest was not easy. Seeing her husband step up and try to mimic the care she gave to their son was endearing, and she appreciated his willingness to try. Her hormones and emotions were still a bit off, and her body was still healing after childbirth. The first night their son had to experience his first transformation, she was an absolute wreck. Terrified that something would go wrong, she waited as patiently as she possibly could, watching as her son writhed in pain during his first shift. Like any Mother, she didn't want to see her son suffer, but there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. Once his shift was complete, and after telling him how sorry she was for him to go through that experience, she cried and proudly beamed when she saw that her son would be following in her paw prints. Whether Tobias was disappointed that his son wasn't a feline-like himself or not, she didn't notice. Of course, parenthood came with its struggles, yet their little bundle of joy was healthy and alive; they were great new parents.
Blue-grey eyes briefly looked into the rearview mirror to see her son waving his arms, stretching to grab the bright red plush fox sitting on top of the navy-blue pack back sitting in Tobias' lap. A small simper crept on her face when she watched her husband pick up the red fox and hand it towards their son to grab, Rhett clenching the red fox tightly as he babbled happily. Returning her eyes on the road, she took another turn down the familiar road that led them over towards the docks. The last time they had been on this road was when they took Tetradore's vehicle out towards the cabin. She was thankful that Tobias agreed to her suggestion that he ought to sit in the backseat with their son. The thought of their son sitting by himself in the back seat didn't sit well with her. As she turned the vehicle around the next corner, she couldn't help but gasp aloud at the very sight of the gigantic ship...boat...what was she supposed to call it? Exclaiming happily, she took one hand briefly off the steering wheel, pointing over at the superyacht.
Placing her hand back on the wheel, she slowly pulled the vehicle up towards the dock and put it in park. Unclicking her seatbelt, she slipped out of the car, opening the passenger door and finding her son sitting happily in his car seat. While Tobias slipped out on the other side of the SUV with the navy-blue backpack, she got her son out of the car seat. Keeping a firm grip on her son. Closing the passenger door, she turned around to look up at the Ark, staring at the vessel for a moment. Following Tobias up the gangplank, she couldn't help but release a low whistle as they entered the entryway and headed towards the fighting ring and bar area. It all looked spectacular and extremely spiffy. The usual riff-raff clients would surely be impressed with the new Ark. The staff would have a doozy of a time trying to keep this place spotless after each night. Seeing her husband head towards Tetradore and Mira, she obediently followed after him. It was at this moment Rhett decided to wiggle about, his bright blue eyes staring at Mira.
Hearing her son start to babble, she looked down to see him wave his red fox around, his entire focus still on Mira. Shifting her position slightly so he could have an easier time looking at Mira.