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
Posted on March 16, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She remembered when Lucian left. It was rather sudden and extremely out of place. He was a creature of schedule and habit, one that enjoyed a strict regimen. Perhaps it was a canine thing but she appreciated his demands work ethic, and the structure. He was the first wolf to extend her a kindness, providing her a place to work and live. Why he suddenly disappeared she did not know. When they received requests from larger clients she was the one that delivered their items, always in a timely manner, so she doubted he was running away from one of those clients. As far as she was aware everything was fine, business was doing great, but she didn't have any of the money to keep the place â€" even though she offered to take charge. Without a history of owning or running a business or having the money to support it without asking the bank for help, they deemed her unworthy and the building to be locked up. Luckily though the Ark was owned by the Nightshade pack by the time he left and she was able to move to her new permanent home just a few alleyways and blocks away. Seeing Sera take out one of the silver daggers caused her thick fur to stand on end, shifting uncomfortably just at the mere sight of the silver. Blue-grey eyes focused cautiously at the blade then flicked upwards back to Sera, responding to her with a helpful answer.
A wolfish grin appeared on her muzzle as she lifted her dial upwards, feeling rather clever with her answer. She was rather happy to be of some sort of assistance to the witch. After all Sera rarely called for her, but she was happy in this moment she could at least be of use to her. As Sera placed the dagger back into its crate she quickly became appeased and content now, happy to see the silver gone. It would be wise, she thinks, if Sera kept the weapons within her store. It would at least provide the girl a secondary item rather than just poison or whatever withcy stuff she was thinking of. Businesses needed specialties, but that didn't mean they couldn't have any variety of such items. From what Raven understood there were various types of...customers...that would seek out these sorts of things. Both grey trimmed ears pointed forward as Sera began to talk, in interest as she tilted her dial slightly. Softly she slips her voice in to her head, uncertain if Serafina would accept her offer.
There was a slight wag in her tail, a friendly gesture, as those blue-grey eyes looked upwards at her, a quite innocent look on her mauled face.