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
don't you see the starlight?don't you dream impossible things?
The lack of customers for the evening had certainly made Piper feel quiet, that need to curl up with a novel and favorite food bringing that girl to the verge of closing the shop early. How nice it would be to walk home, put on her pajamas, and read while drinking tea... hm. Yes, that was exactly what she thought she would do... at least, until the bell on the top of the door chimed pleasantly and Piper was no longer alone with the books that she loved so much. Trying not to appear too eager, the young woman smiled and chirped out her greeting, her tone entirely pleasant as she welcomed the newcomer to her store. Her customer seemed surprised by her voice, perhaps she was as equally lost in thought as Piper herself had been, or perhaps she just wanted to find the perfect new world to lose herself in. It was a familiar thought to Piper, who so often wandered the shelves as if she were looking for a familiar friend.
Piper returned the young woman's smile, happily nodding at the mention of the new bookstore in town. How pleased she was to hear that people were talking about her store, and it seemed to be working based on how frequently people were coming in to shop. "I'm glad people are talking about it," Piper said, looking around the store with the fondness a mother might use to look at her child. And perhaps that was exactly what the bookstore was to her. "Opening this place has been my dream forever. I had sketches when I was a child of this place, and I actually used those in the designs. Though, you'll be sad to hear that the dragon I dreamed just couldn't fit into the budget." The corner of her lip twitched up in a smirk, the girl entirely amused by her own joke before her tone became entirely serious, ready to help the young woman find the perfect new companion - or several, if Piper was being asked to share her own opinion - to take home with her.
"Well that depends," Piper said pleasantly as she stepped around the counter, moving closer to the young woman. She peered lovingly at her shelves, considering exactly where she would take the woman. "What do you like to read?" She led her towards the new releases section, conveniently perched next to her personal recommendations. "I'm personally very biased towards Jane Austen right now, and I've been working my way through the Bridgerton novels after watching the show - that was a whole day of my life well spent. I love young adult, and have been really loving anything Dystopian recently... Oh, and the Alex and Eliza books are absolutely captivating... and biographies... hm." Piper paused, her eyes scanning the shelves before she looked over at the woman once more, a blush creeping its way onto her features. Gingerly, the young woman reached up, picking up one of those beloved novels and holding it in her arms, if only to have something to do with her hands.
"I'm sorry," She said with a small smile. "I could talk about books all day. I guess that's a good reason to have opened a bookshop, no?" She looked around before finally letting her eyes drift back to her customer. "I'm Piper, I'm the owner of this place, and as I'm sure it's embarrassingly clear to see, I really love books. So I'll actually let you answer this time. What kind of books do you like to read? I'd be happy to help you find a new friend."