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 18, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Quietly, Raven moves from the West towards the South. It had been easier for her to be outside the Ark for a while. Recently these past few days she had somehow been succumbing more towards her other half, turning into a part of herself she despised entirely. There was not much she could. Never before could she stop it. All she could do when her other half took control, way to pray that all those she was around would not suffer, and would manage to try and get themselves away from her. She could not understand why her recent transformations were going on more frequently than usual, but she knew that one way to relive this particular burden was to force herself to be away for a while. There were nights when she lost herself, but she was much safer to do so within the woodlands. After it all when she woke up and did not see a dead body around her she considered it a success, and moved herself back towards the comfort of home.
Tonight she was finished with her rounds around the territory and with everything being fine she wanted a little bit of fresh air. Quietly she moved and once she made it to the woods, she burst at top speed. Dodging between the trees, her long black limbs carried her peculiar colored frame through the darkness, massive paws slammed into the ground but barely released a loud sound. She ignored the scents of prey that filled the summer air, focusing more so on the rushing feeling she got when she ran and felt this free. However, there was a familiar scent she had not caught in such a very, very long time. A mixture of emotions ran through her as she turned her form towards the scent, and not away, curious to know just what Alexis was doing when she had been gone for so long. When she got closer towards the vixen she would remain within the shadows of the woods, shifting back to her human form, listening to the girl. There was a solemn look on her face as she appeared from the dark woods, the meek woman making a few steps within the tall grasses, speaking softly with honesty, and empathy.