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 March 02, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
The sudden sharp bright light caused the oddly marked werewolf to shut her eyes tightly, attempting to block out the light as much as she could, her form retreating and curling in on itself. With her vision useless in this moment, she relied on her ears, nose, and touch to alert her if she was being attacked. With none of her other senses experiencing some sort of attack, she blinked her eyes rapidly, attempting to focus in on the person that was responsible for blinding her. It was her nose that told her the other individual was friend and not foe. Blue-grey eyes remained half-closed as she attempted to regain her focus, eventually staring up at the familiar raven-haired witch. Grey trimmed ears titled back and tucked nicely against her head, her tail lowered to the ground as she gave a gentle wag, her form lowering slightly putting herself in an apologetic manner. As Serafina turns to open up one of the crates, one ear twitched forward in interest, her voice softly slipping into Serafina's head.
Like any canine, or human, she felt a sense of self-gratification for providing her familiar additional information that Raven thought was extremely helpful. Proudly she raises her dial slightly, subtly seeking some sort of praise, something she wasn't used to hearing all the time. Whether she received acknowledgment of giving Serafina more information or not, she remained focus on the girl, feeling the tether between them ease up slightly. Since their argument that night in Serafina's home Raven attempted to spend a little bit more time with the witch, still trying to figure out when her presence was really wanted. When Serafina briefly glanced at her, the werewolf took a tentative step forward, brushing her shoulder against the witch's hip, quite eager to be in her good graces. Looking up at the witch she responded quickly, lifting one paw upwards, in a way for the witch to look above the rafters and see along the catwalk next to it was a suspended hammock, to prove her explanation as she responded.