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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask Tetra and Tobi
Posted on December 13, 2015 by Raven Clocksworth
It would seem that Frost wasn't able to break Raven completely. Indeed she had grown a spine and it might be because she found him caught in the act of harming someone else. She did not know Sorcha. All she knew about this witch was that she had seen her within the Ark and she carried the scent of her Alpha and her companion. Though really it hardly mattered to Raven that Sorcha was somehow associated with her pack, because even if she wasn't, she would have protected the witch from the Were-horse. Black lips pulled back to reveal her sharp ivories as a threatening snarl was the only warning she would give Frost. The cool Icelandic words was something she could not understand and she shook her head to rid the stain of his voice that managed to get in her mind. As he slinks away her attention goes to the witch she stands over. Allowing the dark shadows to dissolve the bear-sized lupine looks down at Sorcha, looking at her frostbitten hands. Softly her calm voice would seep into Sorcha's mind as she telepathic spoke to the terrified girl.
Using her telekinesis the lupine would bring Sorcha's body upwards allowing the girl to sit right behind her shoulder, like a horse, keeping the girl sitting straight since she was unable to use her hands to hold onto her thick ebony and grey fur. Long legs propelled Raven forward as she hurried towards home. The moment they reached the Ark she used her power once more to lift the girl off her back and place her gently back on the ground. Allowing her body to change from the massive sized wolf, back into her clothed human form, she wrapped one arm around the witch's back as she brought her up the ramp and back inside the now empty Ark. The fights were done and the patrons had dispersed, but Jackal was at one of the tables talking to some of the staff before they left. As Jackal turned around Raven quietly gestured to Sorcha and her frostbitten hands and he silently headed towards the kitchen. Leading Sorcha to one of the tables scattered about, she pulled the chair out and allowed the woman to sit. Once more she softly spoke to the girl as Jackal approached with a bowl of water, rags, and the medical kit.
Leaving the short Hispanic man to tend to the witch she stepped away looking for the familiar figures of her Alpha and her companion. Walking up the stairs she headed towards his room seeing the door propped slightly open giving her the signal it was safe to walk in. Opening the door slightly to stick her lithe frame in the doorway she looked at the two quietly, brings her hands together and wrapping her fingers over one and the other in her usual nervous manner.