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 28, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Blue-grey eyes shift away from Tobias, the werewolf feeling guilty and ashamed all at once. Already she had an extremely bad night. Not only had she disappointed and angered others, but deep down she was beating herself up, disappointed in herself entirely. She did not mean to harm Jackal. Never would she raise tooth or claw to her pack or Sam, but her other side did. She did not like the way his golden eyes looked upon her with such disdain. Tonight she simply could not handle anymore scorn, and so she simply looked away, feeling the weight of his disgust of her, and her disappointment of herself, overwhelming her. Slowly she turned her dial away, resting her head on her grey paws, releasing a heavy huff. For a moment her eyes would close tightly wishing that all the self-doubt and hate she had in herself would simply disappear. His displeased voice caused her ears to flatten against her skull in a meek manner, softly answering his decision on her hiding spot.
Her Alpha was not aware she had lived here within the warehouse when Lucian took it over. Her Alpha was not even aware of the raven-haired witch she was bound to, and who know owned the warehouse, and built her shop in it. She was safe here. Away from her pack and Sam. She could stay hidden here. It was dark, it was quiet, and it was peaceful. Of course her companion would find her here. She could travel to the other side of the world and he would find her, she could never disappear from him, and in a way that was all right with her. In a way, it comforted her...it reminded her that she would never have to be alone in this world. As he moves to come under the bed with her, after he deemed this particular spot unfit to hide in, she shuffled quietly to the side allowing him more room to fit. While he settled himself, a mixture of sadness and exhausted sigh was released, hearing his purr and assurance that she would indeed not hurt him. Weakly she responds her words gently pressing against his mind.
In truth she wished to harm no one. However, in her feral state she was aware that this was something she could not control, and one day, she would harm him...one day she would something absolutely terrible, and she was horrified at the very thought. As he moves to come closer to her she sighs as he begins to groom her. Bruised and still hurt, both physically and mentally, she whined softly partly in retaliation and partly voicing out her discomfort. Deep down though, she appreciated his attempt to wash her blues away, leaning slightly towards him, a sign that he could continue. As always the bond between them was quite strong, but her feralness chipped some of it away, so while their bond began to heal, she closed her eyes appreciating the silence and care he showed. As he nears her neck she stiffens, uncertain, not liking how close he was to her marked neck. Indeed the acid had burned her fur and skin, the girl concerned that perhaps it would never heal as it should, not wanting to feel pressure on that wound or his sandy tongue rubbing against it. She knows he does not mean to hurt her and yet she is wary all the same. As he touches the sore spot, she whimpers softly in displeasure, flinching away not wanting him to touch it, and yet she remained lying in her spot. His question prompts her eyes to shift, looking at him for a moment, as she slowly and gently attempted to answer as best as she could.