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 July 17, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Perhaps if their friendship was a bit deeper and the trust they had for one another was stronger, they could have discussed with one another their childhood. After all connections are built upon the sharing of stories, especially those of the past, because it helps tell why they are the way they are now. In some sort of fashion they could share not just in the despair they had in their childhood, but the renewed idea that now with each other, things could finally end of turning good for them. However, their friendship was still in the beginning stages, their relationship rocky before, but now a bit smoother. One day maybe they can each tell a small amount about their past, but for now both were in a state of peril. Neither one needed to be blamed for it. It wasn't anyone's fault. Maybe after everything was said and done, and Raven returned to her usual self, they could talk it over. For now though Raven was incapable of explaining herself, not when her mind was overtaken by her other half.
Unable to move she remained eerily still. The limited presence of Raven had disappeared the moment she pleaded to the witch to help her. Frustrated, she growled lowly, eyes glaring upwards at the witch. Why she could not move she had no idea. Struggling to lift one paw her growl only deepened. The peculiar lupine could feel her tail moving, eyes looked upwards glaring menacingly at the woman, not appreciating the fact the girl had some sort of capability of controlling her movements. As Serafina began to lower herself on the ground, the canine was eager to move, finding her prey in such a vulnerable state. Though she didn't like the feeling of the witch digging into the bond that tethered the two together. As she struggled to move forward she could feel her paw moving slightly, loosening, the wolf quite excited, as she continued to try and move. Growling in eagerness, she felt her paw loosen and lift upwards, moving towards the girl, trying to get closer. Serafina's capability of keeping her still was broken now. Feeling that hold on her no more, she released snarl, her jaws parted, as she leapt towards her, with every intent to harm.
As soon as the wolf landed on top of the sitting witch, her dial lowered, and suddenly all that growling stopped, and her tongue slipped from her muzzle as she began to lick the witch to death. Her grey trimmer banner began to sway side to side fervently, as the wolf remained standing on top of the girl, licking the girl's face over and over again. Just a few moments before she sounded angry and yet now she appeared friendly, maybe a bit too friendly. When Serafina was trying to pull Raven back it seemed to have backfired. The wolf seemed awfully to friendly in her feral state, the wolf far more concerned to make sure this witch was drenched, the wolf declaring in a way that this witch was hers...for whatever reason. It would seem that time itself was unfrozen, because now as the ghosts around them began to speak and come towards them, the wolf whimpered like some sad pup. She would lift her dial, her tail lowering as she managed to try and fit herself in Serafina's lap, thinking that perhaps the witch could keep her safe from the ghosts that seemed so inclined to catch her.