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.
What You'll Find Here
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.
What You'll Find Here
Edge of the Circle
Cull & Pistol
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.
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.
An offer... more like a challenge bloomed a sudden but brief flash of surprise across Mira's feminine features. She hadn't expected for the other woman to bite at the bait and lure, disguised as a lighthearted tease. Many of the Nightshade pack chose to keep their cards close to their chests, especially when it came to stories of the past before the pack. Yet, she could not help but wonder about the people she had grown close to after all these years. It was only natural. How well she knew that circumstance could change any being and how Sacrosanct had been a fresh start to many other than herself. An illuminating smile that lit up her features caused a hint of recognition of that playful challenge the other woman placed before her. It was hardly fair not to reciprocate, after all. "Probably going to need a liiittle bit more alcohol first, but I'll agree to that." She agreed, the warmth of her tone so often possessed the faint hint of unshed laughter that lingered behind the veil of her words. It was easy to agree. But first.. they drink and unload a few of those boxes. There was no rush to dive headfirst into the pool of memories. This could be interesting... Although, what would she tell the leopard? Hardly concerned with it at the present moment the pair continued on.
The conversation shifted to something a little less serious than sharing those tales. As she shared her attempts at trying to get Tetradore a little tipsy. She had never seen her boyfriend get even close to it. In fact, even her strongest drinks seem to have little effect on the man. Maybe he was just that good at hiding it? Or maybe he had the tolerance of a.... of a god. How she regretted those words the moment they passed her lips and yet the pair of women both erupted into jovial laughter. Carolina's light hearted warning only caused Mira's grin to falter, a flash of mock horror while the she-leopard wiped a tear from laughter from her eye. "Oh god, you are right. Don't you dare tell him that... It basically falls under girl code. I was going to say elephant but that just didn't seem to suit him at all." She explained, that laughter threatened to return all over again as she felt it bloom with warmth within her chest.
Carolina had already made short work on her own boxes as Mira moved with that natural ease to pluck the ingredients needed for their whiskey sour. All good work needed a balance of play, after all. A motto she would happily live by. At least in Mira's humble opinion. Once finished her concoction, the brunette tasted it from her own glass before offering Carolina hers. She refused to give her a subpar drink. Although, the she-wolf covertly studied Carolina's expression as she brought the drink to her lips from the corner of her eye while she busied herself with her own stack of boxes. It brought her infinite joy to see satisfaction that her drinks could bring...especially beings that meant something to her. That smile was all she needed to cause a secret contentment to wash over her.
It was all starting to come together. Finally. The pair fell into a groove, an amicable silence, as they tackled that task and worked alongside one another with an almost practiced ease. It was like no time had passed. How very much apart of the Ark Carolina had become and yet.. Mira could not help but think of it. She could only wonder what prevented the woman from joining them. Yet she knew how long it took for herself to commit to another pack, even after she had sworn off them for good. It was almost laughable to think of it now because she couldn't imagine her life anywhere else.
Yet she couldn't quite help herself. Hardly wanting to ruin that upbeat vibe that the two of them had slipped into. Mira spoke, easing into that question with a hint of her own story and she could not help but notice how the leopard seemed to become extremely busy with her task, or drink, or bottle she slid into its rightful home on a shelf. Did she prod too far? Strike some hidden nerve that she couldn't see in her asking? Yet, she couldn't truly take back those words now could she? Mira could not help but frown, about to free the woman from having to answer. This was supposed to be fun. Yet, those familiar blue eyes landed upon hers and she couldn't help but notice... a slight struggle? Mira nodded in understanding at the other woman's shared words.
Content to leave it at that, especially when Carolina's gaze shifted to that vodka label like it was the most interesting thing in the world, she did not expect for her to say more. Yet, for whatever reason, the were-leopard began again. To mention that she was no good at setting down roots, especially for fear of the rules and regulations that came in hand with it. Mira's expression softened before placing several new shakers into a cabinet, closing it softly before she spoke. "You are in luck then. There aren't that many rules here to begin with.. no different than how it is now." She offered some kind of reassurance before she reached for her drink behind her. It was disappearing far too quickly for her liking. That just wouldn't do.
" You're not running out of time or anything. You don't even need to change how things are." She loosely shrugged her shoulders. "I wanted to know.. because I might have a hidden motive." She added almost nonchalantly. "It's quite simple, really. Kind of a bit selfish. I just like having you around." Friends were difficult enough to come by and yet she could sense a certain comradery with the other woman. It was as simple as that.
The blonde woman then admitted she didn't plan on sticking around, but the Ark and it's people had a way of growing on you. That earned her a snort of amusement. "That we definitely do have a tendency to do. I think it could almost be considered a job hazard actually. But you are in too deep to now at this point. You would have to try realllly hard to resist our...quirky charms." Mira teased easily, another laugh escaped her as she closed a cabinet with her hip. Another box down. They were just breezing through this. Much faster than she thought.
"By the way, you're up." Mira intentionally offered those obscure words in order to draw her attention. She gestured easily to the impressive selection of booze on the wall.
"Our drinks are almost out.. So it's your turn to make us whatever you want next.. As long as mine is strong."