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
As she attempted to explain what she was and what she could do. Raven's eyes narrowed slightly unsure if she could believe what Sam said. When she was a child she knew what she was. Things just came naturally in an understanding manner. When the moon was full she would change, she would act like an animal and not a human and when she got older she would be able to change at will and at any time. She knew to stay away from silver and knew there out there in the world there was danger outside of pack, but also unfortunately, inside the pack as well. That her Alpha was willing to help Sam seemed quite out of place. It wasn't that her Alpha was selfish. It just this particular gesture just didn't seem right or familiar. Though she wouldn't hold it against him. After all he was the Alpha and he could do whatever he pleased whether he informed his pack mates or not. She was interested when Sam mentioned she was an empath, but even though the fae was willing to tell the werewolf her power â€" Raven would not do the same...or even tell her that empathy was a part of her weakness. When she questioned her on which name to call her Alpha, she gave her an impassive shrug casually replying.
It hardly mattered truly what he should be called. With the medical supplies stashed away back where they belonged and the trash thrown out. There was hardly any reason why the two should stay within the nurse's station. Leaning herself against the countertop, her arms crossed in front of her, observing the girl for a moment as she implored her thoughts about the Panther. However, her thoughts about her Alpha were thoughts that Raven did not think she was allowed to know at this point. Sam would need to learn that Weres were different. Raven knew her place between Tetradore and Tobias â€" they were above her â€" and what Tetradore wanted or thought were his thoughts alone. She wasn't one that questioned him or even tried to get to know just what was going on in the back of her mind. Her place was not to know and that was just that. That Sam kept attempting to get Raven involved was quite uncomfortable and she would politely remind the girl once more.
When Sam began to tell Raven that she could tell she was protective of her Alpha, due to her empathetic ability, her body twitched as she shifted uncomfortably. That she could not tell when Sam was using her power on her or not was quite unsettling. Why Tetradore wanted to help Sam out she did not know, but she would not question him. He had never done anything wrong to her. So...why would he now? If he wanted to be around Sam then perhaps she wasn't a threat at all. Still though Raven was unable to trust others so easily. Too much pain. Shifting her weight slightly she stopped leaning against the counter and this time stood up straight, blue-grey eyes looking straight into the fae's eye almost challenging her in a way. The Panther had done much for the formerly abused werewolf and she considered herself forever in his debt. He had done many things her familial pack had never done for her, he gave her an opportunity and she would forever be grateful, so much so, that she would do pretty much anything for the Alpha that took her in.
Turning away from the fae she signaled with her hand to let the girl know that she could follow her. With the door open she turned around for a moment to look at the girl informing her of just where she would be going.
If she said she was something to him, whatever that might possibly be, then he would want to know about her well-being. Leading the fae out of the hallway and back into the throng of Were's once more she looked over to the ring seeing Tobias in another fight. The boy having quite a bit of fun with his new opponent. Other Were's in their animal form or not would slowly move out of her way when she walked through, the girl had proven herself in the ring a few times with her companion, and since she was a part of the pack that ruled this West she was rewarded with this very small form of acknowledgment. Climbing up the stairs she would turn around to make sure Sam was behind her and catching up. Walking along her balcony she would make her way towards the throne Tetradore sat at when he observed the games, the spot where Tobias usually sat was unoccupied. She lowered her dial slightly when she approached him, a natural show of respect to his authority, she pulled some of her golden curls behind her ear, as she took a side step gesturing Sam to come forward.
She stood there quietly as she put her hand in her sweater's pockets unsure if her presence was needed still.