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 27, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She was unaware with how uncomfortable Sam was walking through the thong of Weres. Some Weres did not appreciate species that were not of their kind. Yet the Ark was accepting of all supernatural creatures, those different from Weres kept to themselves while within the Ark. Blue-grey eyes would shift towards the ring as they walked up the stairs, a small smile on her mauled face as she saw the familiar figure of her deviant companion duking it out with another Were. She was happy he was enjoying himself, but felt slightly guilty she wasn't down there with him. At times she wanted to give it a try, she knew if she unleashed her other half it might do her some good. However, the girl still had a large amount of low self-confidence and the idea of going out there once more seemed a bit too frightening. Her head would turn around to ensure that Sam was indeed following her. The last thing Raven wanted to happen was the fae girl getting lost.
Eventually they would make their way towards the spot Tetradore and Tobias typically sat to watch the fights. At times she would sit with them, usually on the floor unbothered that the boys were on the throne. She was the lowest ranked member of the pack once more, Regan and the Bear no longer accounted for, and she knew her place between the two males. Seeing her Alpha wearing only pants was no longer a mortifying experience. She had grown accustomed to seeing her Alpha this way and it did not bother her, although deep down, she wished he would at least put on a shirt. It took a while for her to teach Tobias that after he fought in the ring and came back up here, he could at least put on a pair of pants. Blue-grey eyes noticed the wounds on her Alpha already beginning to clear up, wondering who the lucky opponent it was that caught his interest to enter the ring.
Seeing his look of surprise on his face the moment she called out to him and spoke up about Sam's condition caused the werewolf to wonder just why he never said anything about Sam in the first place. Quietly she took a few steps to the side and back, providing the fae the chance to get closer to Tetradore. After all he was the reason why she had come in the first place, and if she was important to Tetradore, surely he would appreciate being close to her. Standing in the shadows she observed the fairy as she clutched to Tetradore, her telekinesis gently moving the make-shift throne Tobi had created to sit next to Tetradore, moving the throne towards the fae behind her, providing her a place to sit and rest. As she listened to the girl's story a frown slowly began to form, eyes shifting towards Tetradore at the talk of a vampire controlling another that was unwilling to attack. She remembered Isolt telling her about Tetradore being the one that helped Risque change her, her Alpha forced to do what he didn't want to do, and she recalled Tobias telling her one night about 'Risky' and how she was mean to him and Tetra. When Sam explained her role in fixing her up she gave the girl a small shrug and an equal small smile.
Unsure with what to do or even if her presence was still wanted she remained standing within the shadows. Blue-grey eyes shifted towards the ring to see her spotted companion continuing his fun in the ring before they shifted back towards her Alpha. She wasn't sure what he would want to do, but with the way Sam was acting and how Tetradore had his entire focus on her, Raven knew something would be done...whatever that might be. Softly she voiced aloud her thoughts unsure if he would approve of them.