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
The fact that terror had spread through her veins was certainly a new feeling for the cornered girl. Edie prided herself on her quick thinking. After all, her intelligence had gotten her out of many sore spots in the past, and it was that fact that had led the girl to insure Kato that she would be fine tonight. She hadn't told Frost where she was going â€" consider it a surprise â€" and his own insurance for the safety of Calliel and Claire had kept her from informing them of what she was about to do. In fact, she'd only told Kato in the rambling fashion she sometimes did when they were curled naked together. The man had insisted it was a terrible idea and that he was coming with her. She, however, had insured him that she would be absolutely fine and that if he wanted to come, he could wait outside. She didn't want to have to worry about the rhino while she was inside.
Now, however, she'd be the first to admit that he was right â€" though whether or not she'd tell him that would remain to be seen. This had been a terrible idea, and her odds of surviving it seemed to get lower by the second as Nadya worked to pin her against the railing of the cargo ship's upper deck. It was those thoughts that had Kato's name slipping from her lips as though she was a damsel that needed saving. In the moment, Edie hardly cared how she sounded, her thoughts merely switching to how would she possibly survive this? What she hadn't realized, however, was the way that that name would scare the panther in front of her. Edie worked to grip onto the impossibly slick railing, casting that small glance over the side.
The ship was large, and the fall was several stories into water that Edie couldn't fathom how deep it might be. Though, to the petite girl, anything over five and a half feet would be enough to drown her. Considering the size of the ship, that was certain to be the case. And she was about to plunge into those waters unless by some miracle, Kato heard her. Over the sounds of the explosions, she sincerely doubted that had been the case. Was he really there, even? Had he really stayed to look out after her, or had he wandered off towards the forest or even inside to look around at the fighting inside? And even if he was watching out for her, in the darkness would he be able to see her fall? Would he even care enough to save her? None of these were questions the girl could answer, and she was spared from trying by the explosion that happened a little too close to her.
Even if she could have held to the railing, it would have done no good. The girl was helpless as the explosion rattled the floor, sending her flying in the air and over the railing. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion then. The way she scrambled to find something to hold onto, the way that there was absolutely nothing she could grab to prevent her body from falling. The fox should have taken the five story fall as an opportunity to suck in a breath, but instead she used the moment to shriek out Kato's name once again. The silence from the lack of explosions made her voice piercingly loud, though whether or not he'd hear it was another story.
The impact of hitting the water was enough to knock the breath out of the injured woman. She opened her mouth to scream in the split second before she was forced underwater by the intensity of her fall. Water seemed to fill her lungs quickly as the girl's feet kicked to find something, anything, to stand on. Anything to get her head above water. There wasn't anything, of course, the girl's earlier assessment that the water was deep certainly true. Her arms flailed and her legs kicked, but she couldn't seem to get herself above water. If anything, she felt as though she was sinking further and further. Seconds seemed to be minutes without oxygen, and Edie was so, so certain that this would be the end. She couldn't count on Kato, could she?
Edith Graham