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
Even within her short self-exile she desperately wished to return to the only place she called home. Although she was grateful that Tobias had followed her to her hiding spot, she was absolutely uncertain if she would be able to return with him that same night. Even though he assured her, in his own way, that Tetradore would want her back, she did not believe him. Tobias may want her to return, but what of her Alpha? In her uncontrolled state she had harmed Jackal, attempted to hurt Sam, attacked her companion and her Alpha, acting completely out of hand. To attack an Alpha was to invite Death himself to personally escort you out of this life, and off to the beyond. Although she was an obedient creature, she was assured that once she attacked her Alpha, no longer would she be accepted.
She understood, whole heartedly, that she would be turned away or attacked on the spot, even if she was in a relationship with the Alpha's best friend. Yet she wanted to make amends. The werewolf wanted to apologize, ashamed and mortified in her actions, hoping perhaps she would be allowed to return. Of course there was the possibility that she would not be accepted at all, or that if she was taken back, there would be several new rules to follow. However, tonight there was no need to think such things, right now she was wanting rest, to prepare for what would come tomorrow. Tonight she wanted to take this opportunity to sleep beside her companion within the hammock and room they shared, knowing full well that this might be the last time they could as pack mates.
As her hand shook, trying to remain quiet enough to slip unnoticed into the room she shared with Tobias, the sound of Tetradore's clearing his throat caused the poor girl to simply freak out. Simultaneously her hand immediately shrank back from the door knob, as if she felt scorching heat radiating from it, her body leapt upwards in sheer fright, as a frightened sharp yelp left her, other hand quickly clamping it shut, so she would not disturb anyone's sleep. Keeping her head low she remained still, turning slowly to face her Alpha, listening to his soft words. Unsure if he was speaking softly to calm her, or keep from waking anyone else up, she looked up at him briefly, barely making out his form from the low light in his bedroom. Still shaking in fear, her eyes quickly shifted downwards, a subtle display of her obedience, as her hand gently moved to cover the mark he had permanently given her, the mark still not healing. Softly she responded, weakly.
Even though Tobias attempted to heal the wound she received from Tetradroe's acidic saliva, the pain was still there, something Raven doubted would ever heal. Being in her Alpha's presence made the wound throb, reminding her of her place, a place she accepted fully, whereas her other half did not. Unable to read his face or understand his tone of voice, she wasn't sure from it if she was wanted or not. Perhaps, with too much eagerness, she nodded her head quickly, blue-grey eyes shifting upwards to see where his eyes would be, a glimmer of hope in her sadden eyes. Part of her wanted to take a step forward, and she would try, but she would hesitate and stop herself. She would look back to the ground as she meekly stuttered.
Nervously her fingers began to grab hold of one another, and she would twist them, a nervous tick she always had. Raven assumed that if he took her in there would be some new rules and guidelines to follow. She remembered in her family pack, each time her other half appeared and did terrible things, she received violent punishment. Not wanting to be harmed again, in any way, she fretfully stammered as she gave her Alpha suggestions, hoping he still wanted her here.