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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Nadyas own hesitation and nervousness holds little effect over the lanky leopard, Tobias far more taken with the game at hand. He can taste her apprehension in as much the same manner as he can feel her displeasure and yet the boy simply continues to parade about the ring in his usual fashion. He is content here, at home here, has become so used to his brawls that even the roar of the crowd barely seeks to unsettle him as he comes to stand beside Nadya once more and await their opponents. He feeds readily off the energy emitted, adrenaline and excitement very near palpable within the air, seeming to only excite the boy all the more as his tail lashes about and his claws sheath and unsheathe upon the floor in ready anticipation. The growl in Nadya's throat and the manner in which she seats herself down holds little sway over the leopard, his own attention fixated upon the alligator and armadillo. His ability to perceive exactly what animals stand before him does not truly exist, the golden eyes of the cat fixated upon what he believes to be a large lizard and a type of small dog- Tetradore very rarely, if ever, seeing fit to correct him when it comes to naming the animals they face. His chosen Alpha, after all, was far more concerned with simply assuring the boy fought rather then bothered to attempt to name his opponents. The sudden ringing of the bell to begin sees Tobias lunge forward with near as much enthusiasm as the armadillo rolls towards Nadya.
He offers little more than a backward glance towards his pack mate, a hiss of disdain at her determination to do no more than sit spat in her direction before he barrels towards the alligator. A roar from the lizard sees both its jaws open, rows of sharpened white teeth flashed towards him, Tobias skidding rapidly upon the floor in an effort to halt himself from colliding with the exposed fangs, one paw slashing out in irritation, claws scraping off the armoured skin. The Leopard lunges sideways in the same moment as the alligator strikes forward, snapping at thin air. His inability to understand what he is facing, however, perhaps sees his inability to judge the animal correctly, the alligator near folding in on itself to lunge sideways with a truly devastating speed, teeth colliding with the boys right front leg, gashing open the flesh as he hisses wildly in disdain, pulling further back now as each muscles tenses. His golden gaze drifts briefly to Nadya once more, the rising irritation in the girl readily palpable before his attention returns to the alligator. Each limb extends, his large, lanky form loping around the creature now, circling it, gaze watching each and every motion of the animal. It is a power he simply cannot turn off, an instinct he cannot shut down, his ability to perceive an enemy- to learn from it, rapidly seeing him dodge the creatures next blow as he launches himself upward to land atop the Alligator's back, claws scraping across its back now to the roar of the crowd as he leaps aside again.
Naddy....needs to.....fight....better.
It is all the encouragement he clearly sees fit to give, if both creatures should turn upon him it will make his own task all the more difficult, tail lashing once more as he lunges this time for the alligators tail. Powerful jaws open, seizing the animal by this long and loose appendage, hauling it backwards across the ring as the crowd near goes wild once more for this bizarre battle strategy, Tobias easily leaping aside each time the irritable alligator attempts to turn and reach him. A ready sense of delight seems to overcome the leopard, his fight rapidly having become a game as he continues to drag the alligator about the ring, batting at it as a cat bats at a toy, the frantic lizard suddenly and violently rolling to the side, sending the boy near toppling with it as he bites down only harder, blood spraying across the ring and onto Nadya with the motion as the alligator rolls and Tobias attempts to cling to it.....
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push