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
There is sympathy in her eyes as she looked at Alexis. As she hisses through her teeth at the honest response about what would occur in the aftermath, Raven cannot do anything, but stand there silently. It would take years and years for Alexis to even begin to overcome her crime. Whether it was right or wrong, a life was a life. Every night Raven would enter into her hellish past, constantly reminded in one way or another, of the horrific treatment she received and the results that followed. Although they did indeed deserve to suffer in her jaws, that didn't mean she was proud of her actions. All she wanted, deep down, was to not be mistreated. That was it. Nothing more and nothing less. Now she would have to live with the guilt all her life, ashamed, and forever striving with the Nightshade pack to be the best member she could possibly be.
As Alexis began to cry, Raven would quietly begin to walk forward and towards the girl. Her footsteps along the grass quite softy, barely audible, her eyes focused on the girl. Indeed she felt terrible for all that Alexis went through before and after this. It was a shame that Alexis would forever have bloodstained hands and a ripped soul. As soon as she made it in front of the girl, she slowly moved her arms around the girl, and drew her into a hug. Holding her gently, but firmly, sighing softly. Sadden for her she simply held her for a moment, as she murmured softly for the Were-Fox to hear.