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
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Posted on October 14, 2015 by Raven Clocksworth
It really took a lot for the young woman to crawl out from the shadows within the quarters she shared with Tobias. She didn't really want to walk out in the complete open. The West wasn't as safe as she thought it was. Not everyone respected pack laws. She already knew well enough that not many people, or Weres for that matter, were considerate or kind. Yet she did not think that she would be attacked. She put herself in that position, to keep Alexis safe, and if Frost wouldn't have cheated then perhaps the outcome would have been in her favor. Maybe. Coming into a setting, where the first time she didn't get such a fabulous first meet and greet with the warlock, she was a bit on edge more so than usual. The loud base beat did nothing but rattle the building and shake her nerves entirely. Loud noises weren't necessarily something she enjoyed especially with the particular music he seemed to enjoy. It was the sound of the yelling, raging expletives that caused the curly-haired woman to flinch and jump. Bringing her hands forward, long fingers began to try and intertwine with one another, as one hand still clutched on the worn chewed up boot, her way of trying to control her anxiety.
As soon as the warlock approached the register area she instantly felt his rage expel from his body and slowly seep into her own emotions. Her weakness was enhanced empathy and she did not need this weakness to show just what sort of mood he was in. Before he even spoke a word her head lowered slightly not liking his wrath, taking a tentative step back from him for good measure, she would only look down at the floor for a moment. Hearing his abrupt tone she winced slightly, her eyes shifting upwards in a cautious manner. She did not do well in scenarios when someone was feeling angry and upset. That's why she did everything possible to keep Tobias moods to get in an unstable state. Always she did what she could to make sure Tetradore wouldn't be upset with her, because the last thing she wanted was to make someone upset with her...even worse allow someone to be disappointed in her.
She came here to patch up a rather large rift between herself and the Dark Hunter. Even though he trespassed and knocked her Alpha and companion out, he did attempt to help her. That was what she could remember the day right after Frost's attack. She remembered, faintly, his attempt at helping her. He didn't have to. He could have just let her die or just killed everyone there, but he tried. So, in return, she felt she needed to do something in return. Though perhaps today was not the day. Perhaps she could try tomorrow. Meekly she muttered her response quite sure that it may be best if she escaped from his temper...especially when this entire place was filled with a lot of weapons...