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
There was nothing like some manual labor to really spice up the day, an internal sigh resonating in her mind as she eyed the mountain of not-inconsequentially sized boxes in the back of the work van. Making a mental note to make Tetradore pay for this later she couldn't help but laugh at the blonde as he rather acutely assessed her boss. Her brows rising as he recommended the option of him purchasing the entire set of oversized office furniture. For the first time she wasn't entirely sure if her sarcastic companion was joking or not, though it seemed a safe bet after their previous witty repartee. Still her hazel eyes rolled dramatically at the very idea.
Finding humor in a situation had always been one of her talents, and something she relied on to keep that air of brevity in her life. What was life if you weren't able to laugh at it and yourself from time to time? She was glad to see Sly shared that perspective, it made the prospects of the afternoon seem much less drastic than they might have been otherwise. That smile seemingly painted permanently on her features even as she strode off to open those large, loading doors before returning to the task at hand. How heavy that box weighed in her hands, even as she only shared half the weight and the pair walked that box into the ships interior. It wasn't hard to see the curiosity alight in the warlock's eyes as they traversed the corridors of the yacht on their journey. The boat was overly opulent, leaving no doubt that Tetra enjoyed the finest things life had to offer. More than once the leopard had pondered why, exactly, that was but it was a bit deeper than she needed to be treading in those waters.
It was only then the were realized by happenstance that she had yet to actually ask her temporary coworker his name, which triggered the southern hospitality that had been ingrained within her from such a young age. He seemed rather surprised at the question for some reason, were people so rude that they truly didn't care to know who was helping them? It wasn't like she could keep on calling him 'Stupid Desk Man' the entire afternoon, there was no chance this job was going to be over quickly. Sly, he finally stated, which somehow suited him rather well she decided.
It wasn't too long after that the twisting and turning interior led them to the grand staircase at the heart of the ship, a fact she might have conveniently left out in their earlier conversation. The cock of Sly's brow told her he was well aware at how this effected their task, the extra work that came with the mountain they would need to climb. His overwhelmed sigh was one she could relate to.
As they began the climb it seemed Sly couldn't quite contain his curiosity any long, a trait which she could admire as much as anything. The fighting pits of the Ark were legend, possibly the worst kept secret in Sacrosanct and yet so few were actually privy to experience them. While they were not her cup of tea, she understood the intrigue; that was all part of Tet's plan anyway. She described the matches in the must understandable way she could to someone who had never seen them in person. Shifting her hold she looked back up at the ruggedly handsome blonde as he asked, rather succinctly, if anyone ever died during them.
She understood the thought, the main draw of the fights after their mystery was their bloodiness.
When the finally scaled to the floor they needed she nodded to the large set of doors at the end, naturally they were Tet's office and she was relived at the flat hallway that marked the end of their journey... for now. So eager was she to reach their destination Sly's next question almost surprised her.
Watching as he skillfully handled the box while opening that office door, muscles flexing with more than a little appeal beneath his shirt at the motion, she looked back to his face as they moved forward and he gave a bit more detail. Nodding in understanding as they maneuvered the box into that office and set it down in the clear space.