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
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Posted on May 21, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
The problem about making dreams come true, is when the dreamer never had the dreams to begin with. She was pleased to hear Serafina's offer in planning the wedding that one day would happen. Raven had no idea where to begin or what to do for things like that. However, there was no reason to think about such things. Right now there was no ring on her left hand and he never asked her. All Tobias did was promise that would day he would ask her and until he did she would continue to just be at his side. Not because he promised to ask her, but because she loved him. It didn't matter to her when he would ask. It could be tonight, could be tomorrow, could be a month from now or until they were old and gray. It didn't matter. So long as they had each other. The mention of magic going along way, and such words being said by a witch, caused the timid girl to chuckle softly at the humor behind it. She was pleased to hear that Serafina would answer her canine wish. It had been a very long time since she was able to enjoy that carefree moment. No one but a fellow canine would understand the blissful feeling of riding in a car and sticking their head out the window. Happily she followed after the raven-haired witch turning back into her wolfish body once more.
While Serafina began to lock up her store the wolf would pause for a moment between the witch and her car, turning around slowly. Both grey trimmed ears were pointed in her direction as she listened to the witch accepting her offer to meet her pack. She assumed it would be a good thing if her pack was aware of her relation to Serafina and now that she would be within the West District, she hoped that would offer additional need to keep an eye on her. After all if Tetradore could have Sam and Isolt under his eyes then why couldn't Serafina? There was the matter of her Alpha and her boyfriend being attacked and passed out by Azrael, but Serafina had nothing to do with that. She was sure it would be okay if she introduced them to her. She hoped it would go well. If it didn't well...she just hoped it wouldn't come to that. With a slight nod she hoped into the car, sitting down neatly, already using her telekinesis to put the safety belt on. Safety first of course. Turning her dial she looked over at the witch placing a grey paw on her leg when she sat down.
Shaking her head to dismiss the worry about them finally meeting her familiar she looked towards the window, watching as it went down. Happily she stuck out her head feeling the wind rush through her thick fur. For a moment her front paws would land on the side of the door, sticking her head out further, her tail swaying side to side in a happy and content manner. Absolutely pleased with the sudden rush. When they finally reached Serafina's home she released the seat belt, opened the door, and leapt out. That they would be playing 'tetris' with her car was not surprising, she was quite sure they would be fine. As she walked up the pathway she stopped for a moment, her thick fur standing on end. Something...something didn't feel right. Confused she let out a soft bark, alerting Sera, but when she went through the front door, the wolf barked again not wanting to go inside. She released another warning bark, hoping it would get her attention, and when it didn't she cautiously walked inside. That extremely odd feeling began to intensify when they walked into her living room, the wolf pausing for a moment as she began to whimper. Weakly she pressed her mind into the other's, hoping to get attention.
With a soft whimper she crouched down with her tail going between her legs. It had been such a long time since she went feral, but this was a different kind. She was being forced in some odd way. A mixture of another whimper and a savage snarl came from the wolf and suddenly her thick fur stood on end. Her dial would lift upwards, eyes narrowed, as a deep growl began to rumble within her chest. Black lips pulled back to reveal her long sharp teeth, and she would slowly start to stalk the witch, with every malicious intent to harm.