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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
I did dearly miss my time spent with Nadya both when I was gone and even when I was here before. It seems I barely saw her and I regret not going out more to find her. She was always a good role model for me, so confident and sure of herself. I wonder what happened to her cubs and why I don't see them around tonight but perhaps she just has them in a safe place and doesn't want to take them on patrol with her. That sounds like a smart thing to do. I bet they're really cute and I hope I get to meet them some day. I think I got the upper paw on Nadya when I suddenly spun back around to face her. She slides to a stop when she sees I've stopped but I'm much quicker at moving than she is when we're not in a dead run. My nose hits hers and I sniff in answer, feeling her paw slide along my side before her teeth bury in my scruff. I manage to unhinge her hold when I throw myself to the ground and roll away from her, using my momentum to scurry up her side to her back and try to bite at her ear. But I guess I didn't expect her to throw herself to the ground as I had just done. As she flops to the ground, I jump away so I don't get flattened, sure that she wouldn't do such a thing on purpose anyway but just for safety's sake. I roll and straighten back up before turning to pounce on her neck, aiming to nibble on her ear again before I scurry to her upturned shoulder and stand proudly. "I have conquered the panther!" I exclaim in her mind with a triumphant grin, my fluffy tail wagging behind me. About the time I jump down, I feel her claws around my legs and I yip in surprise more than anything as she pulls me toward her open mouth. I know that she won't hurt me but instinct kicks in as I coil my legs and kick off, using her own teeth to push off of to send me over her head where I land and spin around, batting a paw at her muzzle in fake admonishment. "Bad kitty!" I smile at her offer and sit for a moment, licking my legs as a cat would do. I do like to groom myself more now a days. I like it when my coat shines. I tilt my head. "I appreciate it but I've already eaten for tonight. I'll be sure to take you up on the offer some time though." I wag my tail, hoping not to offend her. I watch as she rolls to her stomach, playfully deflecting her batting paws with swipes of my own paws and even my tail, using it like a baseball bat to swat her paws away. My eyes widen. "Wait, the green eyed panther is your brother?" I think for a moment before I take a step back out of reach of her paws and look down at my own, my face more serious. "I'm no longer in danger from that pack. I....I took lives, Nadya. I'm a monster." When I look back up, my eyes are glistening with unshed tears. I always hate to admit what I've done. My ears flick back to my head, wondering how she'll react to such news. |