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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Dealing with the fallout from the previous evening had been exhausting at best. The lights overhead had to be replaced during which one of his employees nearly fell off of the large ladder required to get to the ceiling of the Ark. The chairs and tables had to be once again set up though a large portion required being replaced - half of which had been back ordered. That hardly even included the damage done to Jackal and the medical bills he had to pay to see to the man's health or the subsequent fight that had followed with Samantha whom had failed to understand the man's actions altogether. On top of all of that, there was still the bruises and scrapes that still marred his own refined physique though he tended to ignore his own afflictions. In fact, Tetradore had little intention to deal with them at all until the remainder of his tasks were sufficiently dealt with and that requirement presently led to the were's being entirely awake despite the particularly late hour. He knew he should be asleep to further conquer what onslaught the following day would surely bring and yet, there was still so much to do.
Tetradore leaned back within his chair, a soft sigh on his lips as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His bedroom was nearly entirely dark with the exception of a single table lamp at the corner of his desk shedding but the smallest halo of light on his desk. A small yawn crossed Tetradore's lips as he contemplated falling into his own bed. His emerald eyes drifted over the top of his desk as the man gingerly rotated his wrist with a wince. It still hurt more then it should, his skin discolored more than even the bruises that littered his chest. Tetradore frowned ever so slightly, rising with the intent to finally see to his own damaged body before a soft sound caught the man's attention. He glanced up, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. It was far too early, or perhaps far too late really, for any of the other staff members to be awake, much less his own pack beyond perhaps Tobias himself. Even then, he expected to see the lanky deviant's form slinking into his own bedroom and he certainly hadn't missed the opening of the boy's door. No, this was someone else and Tetradore had an inkling of exactly whom.
Tetradore made his way towards his own door, pushing the already cracked door just enough for the man to slide out before he leaned in an entirely nonchalant fashion against the frame. For a moment, he was content to simply watch the woman as she closer neared the door, the nearly creeping antics of her movements enough to inform him that she was attempting, on some level, to avoid....well someone. Weather it was himself in general or the pack as a whole he wasn't sure. He let her get as far as reaching out towards the door knob before the man cleared his throat, his baritone voice soft and yet entirely audible within the silent stillness of the hallway. "Welcome back, Raven. I'm glad to see you've returned. How are you feeling?" He remembered well Tobias' promise to bring her back to the Ark and when the leopard had finally returned without her, the man couldn't deny that touch of concern that had laced his heart. He hadn't bothered to question Tobi on it sense, hoping that perhaps the woman only needed time before she came around and thankfully, such faith seemed to come through, at least he hoped so for Tobias' sake. "I trust that your staying?" He inquired, one eyebrow arched as he glanced over the female.