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
Malia still had a lot to learn about the human world, but she never had a problem voicing her questions either. At least, the man agreed that cheese fries were good. That was a plus in her book. He put the cigarettes away while asking a question and Malia didn't have to think long on it before she shrugged and scowled. "Honestly, I haven't found a good use for it yet. Why trade when you can just take? But apparently it's wrong or something like that." She sighed and rolled her eyes, obviously not in agreement. The man held up a dollar bill and the Were quirked her brow in question, listening as he spoke. She turned to watch as he folded the dollar bill, her curiosity only growing as he kept talking. It was like she was in a trance, watching every fold and crease. When he brought up cigarettes again, she wrinkled her nose. Still, her eyes never left his fingers as he continued to fold. As he held up his creation, she couldn't help but give a little gasp of delight as she looked it over. Somehow it just made her feel...happy.
She was about to reach for it when he suddenly tossed it as if it would fly or something. Her features grew sad as it fell to the ground before looking back at him. "You made a bird just to toss it to the ground?" The woman shook her head a little but watched as he reached down and picked it up, straightening it back up a little. She couldn't take her eyes off of the folded paper until he spoke again, her eyes lighting up. "Parties? I like those too. And drinks! The kind that taste like strawberries are good." When he teased her about men, she quirked a brow and tilted her head, shaking her head with a scowl. "It's not about the undressing part, obviously. It's about what I can do once I have the clothes off." The fact that he might not be thinking along the same lines as her didn't even register.
As the man moved to step around her, Malia almost looked disappointed for a moment, but then he stopped and spoke again and her face turned more hopeful. Her lips formed a smirk. "I love to talk, too. Uh....I know a diner that serves good ones." She offered, but shook her head vehemently. "No, not that one! I mean...it's your money, but...can you make me one? It doesn't have to be money. I just want...the bird." She felt a little awkward asking, but she didn't think she would be able to do it herself or she would. Maybe she'd go home and practice later.