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
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Posted on August 09, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Tonight there was no need to stay inside Tetradore's room and finish up contracts. Business was going quite well and since she had all of the necessary paperwork complete for this particular round, she wouldn't need to spend the night pouring through tedious paper work. With payday coming up she nearly had the paperwork done with that. All that was needed to send the paychecks to the staff members was for this week's numbers, and then she would be done. With a waxing moon it was no surprise that the Were creatures were becoming more feisty each night. The pull of the moon was only getting stronger and stronger as each night came and the moon continued on through its cycle. Already she had witnessed her spotted companion enter in the fighting ring and defeat which ever new opponent came, believing they would be the creature to finally defeat the Amur Leopard. As always, no creature came close to beating her companion, and as always he would proudly paraded around the ring, his head and ego only growing wider as the cheers and claps from the crowd got louder. There was a time when she would enter the ring and fight at his side. She remembered the feeling of adrenaline and pride mix together after they crushed their opponents. It was so very rare for her to feel such a high, the confidence boost really did true wonders for the extremely meek and self-conscious Were. It had been a long time since she had entered the ring at his side, and although she dreaded getting in the ring again, there was a part of her that missed it. Deep down Raven desired to have that confident feeling once again, sharing the ring with her mate, working in sync together on one goal, the recognition from the crowd that she was a capable creature that could be looked upon with respect. However, she was incapable of summoning up the courage to go back in the ring with Tobias. The canine was unable to overcome her fear after the night Frost nearly killed her. Ever since that night she had grown far too troubled to go in the ring again.
With her mate sitting within his own makeshift throne beside Tetradore's, Raven was quite content to leave the two men alone to discuss the events going down within the ring below. If there was one thing she understood between her Alpha and her mate, was that the two had a unique bond within their friendship, the two rather close and understanding of the other. Unlike other girls she didn't mind not having her companion focus entirely on her, or have him spend his entire night with her. She was quite content with walking down the corridor and down the steps. Grey paws carried her dark frame down the metal stairs, unfazed as the crowd began to shift away from her, providing her room to move through the throng. She was quite used to this particular treatment now, being part of the pack, and being the girl that stood by the undefeated amur leopard's side. Eventually she would make herself towards the bar, moving into the back end shifting into her human form and reappearing at the back end. With a nod to the bartender she moved away from him, grabbing a tumbler, and turned her back to the crowd looking up at the colorful bottles. It wasn't often that she would go about and drink her fill for the night, but she couldn't help, but feel this craving for something delicious. Finding the familiar color and shape of the bottle to her particular favorite scotch, she grabbed it, and poured herself a gracious amount, placing the bottle back to where it belonged. Taking her glass she moved out from behind the bar and leaned up against the side of the bar, blue-grey eyes watching the scene before her, not much interested in the fights going on, the girl lost within her own thoughts, taking a sip of the scotch.