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 23, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
The city is still as it always has been. Not much has truly changed. The Ark was still a money making fortress controlled by the Nightshade pack. Within the city new people had come and went, and very few stayed. It had taken some time but eventually the lupine felt okay leaving the safety of the Ark and venturing out. There were times when she moved around within the West district she would peer over her shoulder. On a warm fine day she would flinch if she felt a brush of cold air along her spine. When she was curled within her bedroom, lying in her hammock and reading a book, occasionally she would recoil the moment the air condition would kick on and a wave of the chilling air would poor from the vents and cause goosebumps to appear. It was natural for her species to love winter and this year she wanted nothing to do with the chilling air or the wonderment of the ice cold snow. Even though Frost had been absent from her life, he still had a terrible effect on her.
As she remained standing along the edges she stood quietly observing the girl before her. No longer did she see the nervous or scared young woman. Alexis was standing there appearing resolute and sturdy. Whatever occurred in her disappearance must have had some sort of effect on the were-fox. It was the mention of the were-girl's Father that caught Raven's attention. Blue-grey eyes would shift to look in Alexis' eyes for a moment, holding her gaze long enough as her brows furrowed and her face shifted into a mixture of sadness and concern. She recalled Alexis speaking of her own Father, the two bonding over the males that had done them wrong. Alexis would not be safe alone. She wasn't sure how Tobias and Tetradore would feel, but she knew she had to do something for Alexis. Softly she replies her offer.