West
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
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
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
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.
Bartender Raylin Chike
Noah's Ark
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
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
Syn
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
Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward
BUT THE TIGERS COME AT NIGHT
Posted on November 09, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
"IT'S LIKE DROWNING. EXCEPT YOU CAN SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU BREATHING." I REPLIED
It was on such a night that the intensity of the magic surrounding her shifted. It gave the midnight hued tiger pause. She had never felt a magic like this...this was not a Were...it was something...different. A silent snarl curls her lips in distaste and with a flick of her long tail she vanishes into the shadows. Time to find out exactly what or who that aura belonged to.
It doesn't take long for the tiger to find the source of the difference. There stands a crimson haired woman and at her side is a Jaguar unlike anything Regan had ever come across. It was intelligent but not a human consciousness. BY what manner of creature was it then? All Regan knew was that it reeked of abomination. Her violet gaze shifts past the pair to land on the she-wolf Raven and the human version of the tawny leopard...Tobi? Yes Tobi. Content to simply observe from the darkness for now, Regan simply waits. Watching.
It is when Raven grows in size and Tobi swiftly changes into his leopard form that Regan realizes something is different. Some unspoken decision has been reached and the time for waiting has ended. The obsidian feline prowls from the shadows, a silent predator of the night. She moves with a seamless grace -- each step fluid and relaxed. The shift and pull of sinew and muscle belying the barely restrained power coiling inside her. It was time to join her 'might be pack' in the hunt.
Regan is careful to catch Tobi's eye and she slunk up behind the crimson haired woman and her abomination for a Jaguar. A flick of her tail signals the direction she is going to move in, in order to ascertain that their prey cannot escape. Though letting them run and ultimately realizing there was no escape possible was a wondrous feeling... But this hardly seemed the time. This 'hunt' was something altogether different. Regan closes her eyes, centers her aura and solidifies her control. The moment her violet eyes open and lift to her prey, they are glowing eerily in the darkness.
Let the games begin.