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 Sam
Posted on April 10, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She had come across a few Dark Hunters during her time in the city. There was only one Dark Hunter she had any sort of truce with. He was not her favorite person to meet, but she knew her attachment to the raven-haired witch would keep him from harming her. Even though she had some sort of ally with him that didn't mean that all Dark Hunters wouldn't be a threat to her, or her pack anymore. Blue-grey eyes looked over to the two unconscious males noticing the thick ivy growing around their wrists. Her eyes would flash back over to the girl wondering if this was indeed her power. One grey ear twitched when she heard the sound of them groaning as they slowly began to wake up. With a firm nod the canine took a few steps towards the fairy and gently pressed her muzzle into her leg to point the woman in the direction she wanted her to go.
If Ivy wondered just how she was going to repay the she-wolf for her kindness in keeping her safe there was hardly anything she wished to have. For Raven she had everything she ever wanted. She was a part of a pack that accepted her for as she was, her Alpha had shown he was quite good at protecting his own, she had a few friends and a very good mate. There wasn't anything else she wanted in her life and she was quite grateful for this second chance. The duo would travel down through the alleyways and eventually they would make it to the dock where the Ark remained permanently docked. Because it was morning the business was not open. The only people that were there were her pack mates and the staff that lived there too.
Calmly she went up the plan turning around and wagging her tail in a friendly manner, urging the girl to follow her, and she would walk through the door and enter the main area. The floor was surrounded by tables and chairs, and down a few feet away was the main ring where the fights took place, at the other end of the ship was the bar area. The werewolf would lead the girl towards one of the tables and a chair would be pushed away from the table, offering the girl a seat.
With another nod the oddly painted wolf turned around and began to walk up the stairs that led towards the balcony. Grey paws remained silent as she walked along passing the quarters that she knew some staff members remained asleep. Eventually she would make it to Sam's room finding the girl rummaging around in her room. With a soft bark she would stand at the doorway, not stepping into Sam's room, and wag her tail in a friendly wave once she had her attention.