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 July 14, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
As she leapt over the fallen furniture within the ark, she weaved and bobbed through the mess she had created within the ark through the darkness. Her eyes could catch outlines of figures that belonged to the staff that had hidden themselves while she and her Alpha fought it out. Wincing, uncomfortable with the stares, she quickened her pace, wanting to get as far away as possible from here. Raven knew all about her other side, but she didn't think it would come out again, not now that she was within a pack and things were going quite well. It had been so long since she had last gone feral that for a moment she assumed that perhaps it was gone for good, her other half no longer needed. She assumed that she had gone feral in the first place, because she needed to hide away while the other part of her defended their ability to live. Now that she was within a pack and she was treated quite well there was no longer a need for this untamable part of herself, but she was entirely wrong.
A small feeling of relief washed over her the moment she made it outside, taking a deep breath of the salty air, her eyes darted to the right and left and she ran down the plank, letting out a soft whimper when she felt the pain from her side flare up, from the marks left by Tetradore's claws. Badly bruised she moved as quickly as she could through the seedy corridors of alleyways, maneuvering herself away so that she wouldn't meet Were or human tonight. It was best she wasn't near anyone, just in case her other half decided to come out again, she didn't want to harm anyone else. When she finally made it to the old warehouse she lived in, before she moved to the Ark, a soft sigh was released as she headed for the back. With her telekinesis she forced the metal fire escape to lower down and hurriedly climbed it, reaching one of the windows and forcing the lock on the other side to open, shoving the window open, closing and locking it again once she made it inside.
Moving through the darkness she walked along the familiar catwalk flicking on some of the lights, just enough to provide her some guidance as she moved for one of the bedrooms on top of the floor. In hindsight she should have stayed and offered to clean up, after all they were going to open soon, but she couldn't stand being in that place any longer. Not with all those eyes on her. Not when her other half had damaged her relationship with the others. Not when her other half could come back out and harm again. No, it would be safer for them and for herself if she was away. Finding one of the bedrooms she wiggled herself under the bed, the feeling was close and similar to a cave, finding the small space within the darkness comforting. Her neck still ached and throbbed from the acid. With a soft sigh and half whimper she curled tightly into a ball, her mind terribly plagued with 'what if's,' that continued to only get darker and sadder, with every thought she came up with.