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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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
Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford
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
She knew a lot about vampires. It was one of those supernatural creatures that held a deep embedded of hate between one another. Though the only vampire she got along pretty well with was the red-headed fledging, Isolt. She knew what a warlock and a witch could do. As a supernatural she was quite aware of Dark Hunters, having been chased by a few of them in the past, but never had she come across a complete new and different supernatural creature. With the wound finally cleaned she placed the used cottoball and grabbed some of the bandages on the tray and began to wrap it around, setting a gauze over the wound to help keep it closed over the bandage. With a slight shrug as she continued to process she explained what she knew.
Once she was finished she began to grab the items and place and carry the tray over to the cabinet. Disposing some of the items as she casually listened. At the mention of Tetradore informing the girl that she would need to keep herself she nodded her head in agreement. Putting the rubbing alcohol and what was rest of the bandages away inside the cabinet, then turning around and crossing her arms in a comfortable manner. She had never called her Alpha by his first name before. She felt rather out of place and didn't feel like they had that much of a close relationship between Alpha and member to call him by his first name, she assumed that alone was reserved for family or those he was extremely close with. Tobias never called him by his first name and she assumed she was safe to follow him. It was true that Samantha would need to keep herself safe if she was going to be something special to her Alpha, after all, Samantha could be used against him. The last thing they needed was a weak link and ever since Frost's attack she always felt like she was the weakest link within their pack. Politely she explained a few things to the girl, to prepare her for what she would need to know should she wish to continue with...well...whatever she wanted to be with him.