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
It almost felt surreal to be in a coffee shop after allt he excitement of the last few hours. She could still smell the smoke on their clothes and hoped the other patrons didn't think they had anything to do with the black billowing smoke still filtering up from the warehouses. Her eyes widened at the thought before she forced herself to look down at the table, not wanting to give anything away.
When the conversation turned to the other pack membrs, Alexis was surprised that he would ask something like that from her. Did he really think she could get through to those people any better than he could? He snorted when she talked about Harley, saying that she didn't like anyone but she just needed to figure out it wasn't so bad being a Were. Alexis raised a brow. "So, she was turned, and probably not willingly." It was more an observation from what he'd just said than a question. At least it gave her something to work with. She was never one to ask about someone's background, but if he wanted her to try to get to know Harley, then some information about her couldn't hurt.
When he got up, saying they should get home, Alexis nodded in agreement as she stood. "Fair enough. Guess I'll see you when I see you?" She offered with a small smirk. Since the Ark sunk, it was harder to get the pack together so it was usually a rare thing when she would see Tetradore or any of the other pack members unless she went to Raven's house where she could always count on seeing Tobias, anyway.