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 August 07, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Who could say how or why Raven was capable enduring whatever cruelty she suffered in her life? She didn't know how she could. If she had her choice she wouldn't have wanted to suffer as she had. To her everyone equally deserved a good life, but she knew realistically that wasn't possible at all, and that would never happen. Although physically she was healed, the effects of Frost's attack, mentally and emotionally she still held some sort of damage. When she first came to the city and experienced her first snowfall she was euphoric, always going out of the Ark to play in it, ignoring the fact that the felines preferred the warmth of the Ark. The innocent winter months now left the wolf hardly wanting to go and venture out in it. The cold chill cruelly reminding her of Frost's icy touch when he ensnared her body with his deadly cold grip. These past winter months instead of playing in the snow like some pup, she simply watched the snow fall inside the Ark, with a longing and sorrowful gaze.
There was a flicker of relief in her eyes when the fox reassured her she was fine and that her Father wouldn't be around. Why he wouldn't be around meant two completely different things: either he was dead, or she had managed to escape his clutches and he would never bother her again. It was Alexis's follow up question that confirmed the state of her Father. It was the next question that caused the peculiar marked wolf to stiffen for a moment. No one had outright inquired her thoughts on her actions that night. Everyone seemed to brush it off either because it wasn't important to them, they thought the past was in the past, or it was too much of a touchy subject to deal with. Either way, the wolf's eyes seemed to look past Alexis, the wolf focusing on the memories that seemed to project in her mind. She wondered if her pack felt the same way she did...she felt guilty for killing them, but did they ever feel guilty for how they treated her? She could never tell, and that would be a question she would never receive an answer about. Shaking her head her eyes shifted back to Alexis, her voice grave and hoarse.
She inhales deeply and exhales, almost as if she was rending herself of the bad feelings and memories associated with that night. When she was trapped with Frost in that forsaken hellhole, he had claimed she had every right to kill her pack, after everything they had done to her. That they deserved to die by her teeth and claws. In a way she agreed with him, that they deserved to be punished, but was she truly the right one to carry out such a punishment, and in that sense, their punishment be death? Yet maybe Raven was far too naive, maybe too hopeful, but another part of her felt like they could have received an equally devastating punishment, but not death. In her life things had gotten better. She found an Alpha that accepted her, and considered her family, allowing her to be in his pack. What seemed impossible to her, she now had a mate that she completely trusted, and knew he would never harm her. She had a few individuals that she could call happily as friends, each person she knew, that she had connected with, including Alexis, had taken some part in putting Raven back together. Her attention would go back to Alexis, lowering her dial slightly, her tone apologetic and sincere.