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
maybe in your own mind
Posted on August 01, 2016 by Tobias
The lanky spotted deviant paces easily back down and into the cargo hold of the ship, his box of toys clasped firmly within his jaws with a rather evident excitement. One it would seem his most favoured of companions does not share. His golden eyes fall readily upon the sight of Tetradore collapsed upon the floor of the ring, tail lashing to the side in displeasure at his companions attempt to dare sleep when Tobias is so entirely sure he desired the man awake. That his command, in truth, had offered no such request for Tetradore to stay upon his feet remained to be seen, the boy evidently far more content to believe that others should merely understand his wishes unspoken- the boy utterly oblivious to the demanding nature of such a thing. Displaying in these moments perhaps- why it is so he is Second rather than Alpha. Tobias, after all, would surely be a rather difficult Alpha to please in any true manner. His box of toys is upended atop that bouncy mat, scattering about Tetradore in just the way he had once done when they were children and Tobias had so sought his companion's attention.
It is a rare thing, decidedly so, for Tobias to have Tetradore entirely to himself. Between the panther's duty to the Ark and pack itself his once unlimited time with the man in their childhood days had been restricted to whatever hours it was so the Leopard could command the man's attention. He chose, often, to laze upon the man's desk, his bed, the rug upon his floor or any other place in which he was assured to have his companions attention upon him. The addition of Samantha on some evenings seeing his companion's bedroom door locked in a manner Tobias found irritating enough to spend the better parts of such nights clawing at the door until Tetra saw fit to chase him away. Here and now however, his own position as Alpha so firmly established, the boy remans content to engage Tetra in the manner he knows best, that cunning mind determined to force his companion to play with him till the rising of the sun. The manner in which the panther rolls before so challenging him to this game of 'build' sees a ready purr of satisfaction erupt within him, head thrust forward to butt against his companions own in a distinct gesture of feline affection.
Tobi is....best at....making city.
Tobias is, assuredly, 'the best' at each and every task he is ever challenged to. If anything can be said of the boy he is a notoriously competitive creature, one paw reaching forward to bat at his own block, jaws reaching to pluck it from the pile, placing another beside it and another. That the blocks would surely be better balanced atop one another remains to be seen- Tobias evidently content to stack them in a tumbled heap of a pile. His golden gaze casts sideways, eyeing Tetradore's far neater, taller stack, a huff of disdain passing his lips before one paw lifts to slam abruptly upon the ground beside the other mans tower- the blocks shaking dangerously.
Is earthquake.
A hiss snicker parts his lips once more, paw crashed again, tumbling Tetra's tower now- leaving the panther to rebuild as Tobias own heap remains untouched. Such games as this, it would seem, will be entirely Tetradore's to ENJOY for the rest of the night. Tobias delighted, truly, to merely have his companions attention all to himself.
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push