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
Posted on April 15, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Each time Sam would mention she wasn't worth being protected or speak out against what Tetradore wanted rubbed Raven the wrong way. Sam wasn't a Were and she didn't understand that what Tetradore was asking were simple requests. He wasn't ordering her around in a demeaning way, he wasn't treating her like she was the Omega of the pack, unlike other pack members. He treated her as if she were just a member, which made her more eager to please her Alpha, and doing these small requests was gratifying. There was respect between the two and it hurt her each time Sam would plead nothing be done for her. It was natural for the wolf to want to please her Alpha, and soon to be female Alpha, and being denied such a thing in her culture was...rude. However, the werewolf wouldn't blame Sam entirely, the Were world was complicated at times and it would take a while for her to learn and adjust.
She chirped up softly as she stood there listening to her Alpha and the faire rebut over each other. The canine hardly cared about her appearance. Her body was scarred over, each scar uglier than the other. There was no need to wear something nice or an item that would make her noticeable, because the scars did that alone. It isn't easy for Raven to walk in public through the crowds, not when she could feel eyes upon her, not when she could hear whispers as their judgmental eyes followed her. She didn't like having much attention on her. Wearing old baggy clothes allowed her the chance to mask herself, wearing hoodies to cover her arms even if it was hot outside, to continue hiding herself. It was easier to mask herself wearing old clothes and hearing her Alpha speak aloud he would be willing to buy Sam clothes was fine. It was his mention of providing her his own money to shop for clothes that made Raven uncomfortable, not just with the idea of going out and shopping, but using his money to do it was....unacceptable. But if he told her to take the money and go shop she would do it, regretfully.
At the mention of Sam using her own shower she nodded quietly waiting for Sam to follow her out of Tetradore's room. Thankfully for Sam, Raven's bedroom was next door to Tetradore's her boyfriend felt it was necessary for him, as one of his Betas, to have this 'second mate' room. Their bedroom was a bit unusual. There was a bed all made up, shelves holding few books, and children's play toys. In the corner of the room was a hammock with blankets and pillows, the feline and canine preferred to sleep there which was why the bed remained put together. Leading Sam into the bathroom they shared the werewolf would set the towels and clothes she offered to Sam on the countertop. Noticing the toys Tobi left in the sink she began to grab them, gesturing with her other hand to the tub and shower and pointing out on the shelf of the shower wall the bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and soap.
With a small smile she would shut the bathroom door and set Tobi's toys on the dresser and move quietly back towards Tetradore's room shutting her bedroom door behind her. Seeing him still inside she spoke up softly and then turned around to head back and check up on Sam.