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
Even though she didn't know the word shy, Malia was still very much naive to a lot of things human, so even though it should have been a sweet moment of him confessing feelings, she took it probably far more literally than he had meant it. The moment his fingers touched her chin though, Malia felt her skin tingling in a whole new way, like it did when he put the sunscreen on her that day on the beach. She felt goosebumps on her arms and her mouth suddenly went dry as he pulled her gaze back to his. The moment their gaze met, she felt lost in his blue eyes and for the first time, Malia was speechless, at least for the moment. Then he admitted he was attracted to her, and her chest felt tight all of a sudden. Before she knew it, a goofy smile tugged across her lips. "The feeling's mutual." She found herself mumbling back before she could think too much about it.
When he stepped back, she couldn't help the flash of disappointment in her eyes for a minute before she composed herself and took a breath. Apparently she'd been holding it. Ashton leaned against the wall and the woman couldn't help but let her gaze wander over his solid form for a second, just admiring him but when she noticed how awkward he looked, she sighed and chewed on her bottom lip before she couldn't take it anymore. "Okay...so you're attracted to me and I'm attracted to you. No big deal, right? We're still friends before anything. I think you're overthinking things which is usually my deal, okay? We don't have to avoid each other or be all awkward about it. We just hang out and there's no pressure. Sound like a deal?" She didn't want to let this push him away. She liked him far too much for that, so hopefully he'd play along.