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
There was something certainly off about the way that the female in front of her moved, the small fox only just beginning to understand that perhaps this was more than just a warning strike. The fractured mind of the girl was unknown to her as it would have been to Frost, but the sentences she spoke were struggled, broken up into bits that Edie had seen as a weakness. Now, the girl saw it as a threat. Her ears pinned back to her head as the girl moved, backing herself towards the steel door. This was a retreat, though Edie would not admit defeat. She knew that she couldn't take Nadya in a fight â€" her size and powers didn't afford her that luxury. And even if she could, there were several reasons why that wouldn't be a good idea. Attacking a member of the enemy pack would be grounds for war, and she wasn't idiotic enough to do that without Frost's backing. And Frost... Frost would be angry if he found out she'd done anything to Nadya. It was those thoughts that caused the girl to turn, backing away from the insults of Edie's incapability as an effective Beta with one last insult.
Those were the words that got the fractured panther to react, though Edie hardly had time to relish in the joy of it when the employee opened the door. Edie turned quickly, eyeing the newcomer for the split second before he let out a yell of pain. Her eyes flashed towards the panther, it all apparent that she was the cause of that yelp. But Edie truly had no time to react before the panther's body pushed into that steel door and sealed off the only exit. Shit. The only way out was through that door, at least what Edie knew of, and there now wasn't a safe way to get out. The way that the panther turned on her sent a shiver of fear down Edie's spine. That cocky demeanor she clung to had quickly faded, leaving behind the small fox to back away from her and towards the railing of the ship.
Shit, shit, shit. In her nervousness, she could hardly think of a retort for the woman's words. It was the woman's last words that caused Edie to look up, that feeling of dread sinking within her. No, no, she couldn't swim. She couldn't swim and Nadya was going to force her over. It was those thoughts that prompted the shift back to the human girl, the woman quickly scrambling to her feet as she backed away from the panther. She took one quick glance behind her, eyeing that railing. She doubted it would be enough to hold her above the water without falling, even if she could get a grip on it. It was coated in the water and would inevitably be slick and impossible to hang on to. "Nadya," The woman's voice came out shakier than she meant for it to, and perhaps later if she lived through this she'd be embarrassed for sounding so weak. "Nadya, I'm sorry I..."
It was clear that the words were lost on the fractured woman considering the explosions that continued beside them and the way the feline advanced on her. Edie's heart felt as though it was in her stomach as she took one last step backwards, the back of her body pressing into the railing. Her hands fell behind her to grab ahold of that railing, finding that it was exactly as she predicted. Wet, cold, and impossible to get a grip on. She'd hate herself for it later, but over the sound of the explosion she let out a quick yell of her companion's name. "Kato!" Still, despite her efforts, the girl's pleading was lost in the noise, the only other noise was the sound of her yelp as a piece of wood from the explosions imbedded itself in her side, though that was hardly the source of her worst problem. "Nadya. Please."
Edith Graham