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 June 24, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She couldn't help, but throw Jackal a sympathetic look as Tobias begins to bother the little Mexican man. Really she should step in and ask Tobias to stop being a pain and yet she couldn't bring herself to do it. Although she had the patience of a saint, today she hardly had the energy to put up with him. As Tobias continued to push the poor man's buttons, the canine turned to pace along the ring. Grey paws felt the way the ground seemed to spring as she walked, feeling that buzzing only growing louder as the pain increased. When she managed to get closer to her companion, she rubbed her head underneath his chin hearing his soft purr of satisfaction, feeling somewhat better. She craved being close to him and for some reason right how his presence seemed to help soothe some of the pain she was feeling. She was not surprised in the slightest when he huffed displaying his displeasure as she admitted to him she would not be watching all his fights, like she did every night. She knew full well that he would be perfectly fine without her, her attendance not that important, and the boy quite capable of defeating every opponent without her watching. Of course she watched him not just because he wanted her to, but so that she could be there if ever something happened when one day he lost. Tonight though she knew he would be perfectly fine. As he begins to bite playfully along her neck, atypically she released a very faint whimper, not liking the feeling of his teeth gently putting pressure along her nape. Usually she enjoyed this particular touch, it was affectionate and a reminder that she was cared by him, protected by him, and in a way, below him. It was always a comforting feeling for her to know her place. Moving her head to allow the side of her face rub against his own face, gently slipping her voice into his mind answering his simple question.
Although his presence was much appreciated she knew that this particular moment would stop. With a defeated sigh she took a step back, watching as the boy seemed so focused on the dish rag that lay upon the bar. As he charges for the dish rag she winced as she watched the furniture that was in his way begin to fall, each sound of the objects falling to the ground, growing louder and louder, intensifying the pain she felt. Grey-trimmed ears flattened for a moment as the staff began to shout and cry angrily at her spotted companion. Typically she would be calming the staff down, reassuring them that all would be fine, grabbing Tobias and correcting him, trying to change his antics. Though tonight she would do no such thing. As Jackal went over to yell at her boyfriend, she watched as the Leopard and the Mexican man begin to play tug-o-war, and although this playful act was innocent, for Raven it caused a spark to light up inside her. A sharp snarl was released as her thick fur began to rise, a low snarl rippling from the peculiar colored wolf. Grey-trimmed ears were plastered tightly against her skull as her tail swayed side to side in an irritated manner. It did not bother her when she noticed how the staff jumped and flinched, finding her sudden outburst quite unfamiliar. Black lips pulled back to reveal her teeth as she released another snarl and propelled herself forward. Quickly she dashed out of the fighting ring charging towards Jackal with every intent to harm. Raven no longer held control within her mind. With a might leap the wolf leapt onto Jackal, her teeth slamming into the Mexican's shoulder, forcing him to the ground, and shaking her head back and forth ignoring the yells and the sound of the man yelling for her to stop.
As he began to scream and cower she would release him swiftly, enjoying the feeling of him beneath him, proclaiming herself above him. With a warning growl for the man to stay down she raised her dial striding over towards Tobias. Her blood stained muzzle would gently stroke his neck for a moment the creature far content to be beside him, her feral side understanding who he was to her. He was Were. He was her mate and so he could not be harmed. However, that wasn't the case for anyone else. It was an unfamiliar scent that caught her attention that seemed to permeate in the air. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as they shifted towards the stairs, noticing Tetradore and Sam coming down to the main floor. The male was Were and the female was not Were. Her mind struggled to understand what Sam was. Shaking her head back and forth she felt her mind begin to throb, her feral side unwilling to allow Raven to have full control once more. Black lips pulled back once more as she released a warning snarl towards Sam. The spotted jungle was all but forgotten as Raven began to charge straight for Sam, her jaw opened wide, with every intent to harm.