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 April 02, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She hardly knew the Bear that had occupied this room. All she knew about her was that she always hungry, extremely messy, terribly lazy, and hardly did anything for the pack. That Bear had suddenly went off and disappeared didn't really bother her at all. They may have been in the same pack, but the bond wasn't there, just like it wasn't strongly there for herself to Nadya. It wasn't that she didn't want to help Nadya. She just didn't want to trespass on her make-shift territory. Stepping into a room without an invitation wasn't a friendly nor respectful thing to do. So, she remained leaning against the doorway watching as the jaguar moved about. By no means was she not a creature that was materialistic. Seeing the amount of clothes that came from the various was unbelievable. That all of the clothes were needed just to impress a particular cliental seemed a bit too much. However, she was not familiar with burlesques or the meaning behind status with the type of clothes one wore. The clothes she had served the basic purpose, keeping her skin covered from the weather and allowing her to move along with society without anyone noticing anything wrong. The only time she was asked to shop was by Alexis and then Nadya, silently joining the two without much knowledge behind the whole thing or the importance behind it. She wasn't given that luxury in her other pack to see the benefit of clothes or the meaning behind them.
The mention of the standalone wardrobe caused the werewolf to ponder as she strained to remember if she could recall the location of that particular object. There were a few rooms along the balcony that remained unused and in one of them she was sure she had seen such a thing when she was searching for something completely different. Like any dog like creature she was accustomed to 'fetching' and without another word she silently slipped away. She would open the unused rooms located far from the corner Nadya had, opening the door wide enough to see if she could find the piece of furniture. Eventually she would find the item, opening the door wide enough and using her telekinesis to lift the heavy piece of furniture barely from the floor, being careful so as to not to scratch the floor or the furniture itself. Eventually she would make it back to Nadya's room easing the wardrobe back on the ground as she stood along the doorway once more, quite pleased with herself for finding the item in question. As Nadya was busy wiping down the surfaces of the other furniture she called out to her, tilting her had in the direction of the standalone wardrobe that sat beside her.
Well, she helped. It was the least she could do. After all the rest of the staff was readying for the events tonight. Tobias and Tetradore were out doing some meeting. One person could not physically move this rather large wardrobe without some assistance. Raven's head tilted to the side as she heard Nadya's stomach begin to growl. Blue-grey eyes looked to the clock perched on her bedside table taking note of the time. It was getting close to the time when she would make her way to the kitchen and prepare dinner for Tobias and Tetradore. Cooking had become a simple ritual for the werewolf, one that she rather enjoyed doing, feeling quite satisfied that she could serve her pack in such a way. Before she was a member of the Nightshade pack she didn't have much knowledge in cooking, but now that she had a full range kitchen, an assortment of cookbooks to read, and two extremely hungry mouths to feed â€" cooking had not been seen as a chore, but as an outlet. She rather enjoyed cooking and felt accomplished for doing such a simple and unasked task for her Alpha and mate. Even though Tetradore and Tobias were off for some sort of meeting, wherever that was, she knew they would come home for supper and she would need to get back to the kitchen. Proudly she nodded a small simper appeared on her mauled face, quite happy to speak on this subject.