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
Eight o'clock. She had been staring at the clock in the apartment she shared with Carolina, waiting on the appointed time to go to the docks to see whatever it was Tetradore had in store for them. She hadn't seen her room mate in a few hours so she could only guess Carolina was already on her way there. Alexis kept telling herself she needed to go, too, but she was nervous for some reason. Maybe it was because she kept picturing the last time she and Tetradore spoke. How he asked her to get to know the other pack members and bond with them. She already felt like she was letting him down. What had she done to actually get to know Henry or Harley? What had she even done to get to know her own room mate?
For how cozy it was, the apartment could have been a castle for how little time Alexis felt she actually spent with Carolina. They always seemed to be gone at the same time. She was either at the cafe or in the woods or even at Raven and Tobias' house, but they never seemed to be at the apartment at the same time. They might as well still be strangers for all the time they spent together since that fateful night when the Ark sunk into the harbor.
Finally, the WereFox gathered up herself enough to start heading to the docks. When she walked down toward the water and saw the familiar SUV parked nearby, a smile tugged at her lips. Raven and company had beat her here. She couldn't wait to see Rhett again. No matter how much time she spent with the handsome three month old, he always seemed to have grown from the last time she'd seen him.
As she walked onto the large ship and looked around, she took in the familiar pack scents, knowing that she was probably among the last ones here to see this place. She could already hear Rhett babbling away and she smiled at the happy sounds as she took a breath and started toward the main room. She came across Henry first, leaning against the wall and watching everyone else like a stranger. Scowling to herself and remembering what Tetradore had asked of her, the woman steeled herself before walking toward him. "A little overwhelming, isn't it?"