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 03, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
As she stands there listening to the beginning of what sounded like an apology her two grey trimmed ears begin to twitch back, as she listens to the familiar low rumbling sound coming from her deviant companion. Blue-grey eyes watched as the golden-spotted feline perched himself at the top of the railing, the brush of his tail against her causes her own tail to sway side to side, content to see him here. With Tobias around it would help reinforce the intruder that her presence was not allowed. Quietly she stands there watching as he observes the creature that was similar to him, spots and all, although her fur was white. Her dial tilts to the side curiously as he begins to lift one of his blood-stained paws and moves it around Carolina's face. As he places his paw on her forehead, playful like, the canine doesn't show a hint of concern or worry, knowing that he was just being playful in his own extremely odd way. But when she heard the growl coming from the snow-leopard, her own black lips pull back for a moment revealing a flash of her white teeth, a silent warning that it would be best if she didn't do anything to him. He had done nothing wrong...but the snow-leopard did. Raven didn't have enough time to figure out just what he meant about a cloud that bites, because the moment he uttered the idea of throwing the girl overboard, be it from the balcony or the Ark, she quickly, but gently attempted to brush such a thought out of his mind as she spoke up.
Really all that needed to be done with the snow-leopard was for her to back down and walk down the stairway and go back to the main floor...and of course...not come back up again. With Nadya around it had been a bit odd within the Ark. She didn't know the going ons, she wasn't all aware with the way things were run during the day and night time. The pack link to Nadya wasn't as strong as it was with Tetradore and Tobias. It was faint and hardly there. Whatever tether between them was there it was faint, but it wasn't faint enough to where Raven couldn't tell Nadya was coming. Now that Nadya closed in on the other side of the snow-leopard it physically showed the intruder that her presence truly was not needed. It was when Nadya spoke on behalf of the snow-leopard that caused her thick fur to bristle. There were rules. These were not her rules, but they were rules that needed to be followed. Casually she slips to their minds, reminding everyone that the obvious signs of these rules were quite apparent, her voice done in such a kind way.
When Tobias mentioned the idea of allowing the girl to go in the ring, her eyes widen slightly in concern. Not everyone wanted to fight in the ring. There was a reason why there were the regular fighters, the novice fighters, and the ones that enjoyed just watching it. The snow-leopard was new and although she broke one rule that didn't mean her punishment needed to be facing Tobias in the ring. With a quick step forward she spoke up on behalf of the other feline, quickly explaining to the others that there were different ways to 'watch the ring,' other than just fighting in it.
At the corner of her eye something glimmered and attracted her attention to the medallion that hung neatly underneath Tobias. With a soft sigh her dial looked up at the boy for a moment informing him that the special object that belonged to her, and her former pack, needed to be elsewhere during his time in the ring.