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 10, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Even though she is in a pack she was not used to someone coming to her and helping her heal. When she was harmed in the past she was left alone for a long time, her wounds not looked at for a while, not until they were assured she was safe to be around. Even then they would not take the time to help her heal correctly. Rather they would toss her a first aid kit and allow her the opportunity to fix herself. Her healing technique was crude, but at least she managed to clean it up enough to where she wouldn't get a wound terribly infected. Having Tobias licking her injuries was a comforting technique that in a small way managed to soothe the terrified and trouble lupine. His presence was greatly appreciated, the bond of their relationship and pack only strengthening in this moment. As he begins to creep closer to her injured neck her entire form tenses. She knows Tobias will never harm her, she trusts him completely, and yet Tetradore's mark was still agonizingly painful. She thought her whimper alone would beseech her companion to leave her neck alone, but as he continued she shifted to limit his access, hoping that he would understand. As his word press firmly into her head she releases a soft whimper, not liking his demand, her grey-trimmed ears folding back in an apologetic manner. As his heavy paw is placed along her back, she stays still, allowing him to do what he wished, not daring to upset his word. It was when he admits that he knows there are two sides of him does her eyes widen.
That Tobi understood there were two sides of him was absolutely shocking. His other side admitted that his wilder side wouldn't recall or remember what happened when his sane side took control. Blue-grey eyes shifted towards her companion studying him, wondering if he would admit to anything else. Did Tobi understand why he had two selves? Did the two discuss things? Is that why when he mutters he is outwardly conversing with the voice from within? She would not press him. She did not want to anger him, already she can see his disdain and irritation. So, she would remain silent allowing him time to process it all. When he stops running his tongue against her neck for a moment, she turns her dial to face him, her head going under against his chin, her muzzle brushing against his cheek, her words gently pressing into his mind, wanting both his sides to listen.
She would lay her head over her paws once more, allowing him time to continue with cleaning her neck. The sting from Tetradore's acid still there. Her body slowly taking the time to heal that and other scrapes and bruises she received. That he believes her to be good is treasured, the girl thankful that he understands, at least as much as he can. She wished she never had her feral side and yet there was nothing she could do. She could not change anything. As his head butts against her own, her eyes shift towards him, feeling his forehead press against her own. Somber blue-grey eyes look into his golden eyes, listening to his order that she never again do what she did back at the Ark. She did not think Tetradore would ever forget what her other side had done. With a heavy sigh her eyes shift away from him, as she brings her muzzle to his own, licking the side of his face gently. Resultantly she tells him the truth, her ears folded back in an apologetic manner once again.
Perhaps he would understand and perhaps he wouldn't. She was willing to help him understand that like him, there were two sides to her. In a way it was good that somehow someway Fate had spun these two together. Her dial would move to rest over her grey paws, giving him a subtle permission to continue. Even though he was close to her, comforting her in the ways that he could, there was still the fear of what would happen to her if she went back to the Ark. There, was her Alpha, whom she had attacked while in her feral state. The very idea of what he would do to her shook her to her core. She was ashamed and absolutely terrified about what her punishment could be. She was not close to him, not as close as Tobi or Nadya, but deep down she wished to have a good connection with her Alpha. However, she doubted such a thing would be possible especially with the fact that she had harmed him and attempted to harm his girlfriend. She doubted her presence would be welcomed and already her mind began to formulate a plan, just how could she convince him to keep her. Even with Tobi's vouch for her to stay, she doubted Tetradore would allow such a thing. Shuddering at the very drastically terrifying thought, she curled into herself, as her voice weakly presses into her companion.