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 15, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It wasn't like her to be so openly affectionate with others, let alone with her own Alpha. She was always rigid and extremely distant when it came to being around her Alpha. She was a submissive creature, entirely, one wouldn't even think that her own parents were the Alphas. From her past experience she knew to stay on her parents good side, was to be as distant from them as she possibly could be, averting her eyes, and only being straightforward when she spoke, and spoke only when she needed be. She was not one that would do anything out of line. When she was in the same room with her Alpha she would not approach him so easily and relaxed as her companion did. She was observant with how he moved, if he came too close, she would move out of his way whether it was necessary or not. When she prepared their meals she wouldn't eat, not until he dug in first. When it was time to clean the dishes she flinched each time their hands nearly touched, when she would grab as many dishes as she possibly could, so that he wouldn't have to do much. Knowing full well it was her job to do this, and he could go and run off and do what he pleased, especially if Tobias wanted his attention. Hugging Teratdore was absolutely unorthodox to her, her mind screaming at her to step far back and away from him, and yet she was content all the same. It is when he wraps his arms around her, did her eyes open in shock for a moment, a small smile curling on her face, quite happy. As he speaks softly to her, she looks up at him, that smile growing only wider and her cheeks flushing red at the mention that he would be her brother-in-law, eyes closing slightly when he brings his hand and ruffles her hair. Softly she responds, her gaze shifting upwards at him, that small grin still there.
Indeed that it was official she was rather close to her Alpha, not in terms of Alpha and member, but in familiar terms was indeed a special thing for the girl that could honestly say she never had a true family before. Never before did she think that she would share a special and kind moment with her Alpha. For such an extremely reclusive creature he was quite capable of showing affection and kindness, when he chose it. It was a shame it had to be a rare occurrence, but perhaps that was simply okay and how he did things. Tobias, on the other hand, wouldn't mind showing her kindness and affection at any time, with no shame in front of anyone. Hearing him snort and proclaim his previous statement was meant to be a joke, her dial lowered slightly in embarrassment, feeling a bit foolish for ruining such a carefree moment. As he confirms that he would use more harsh methods to put her feral side in her place, she shivers slightly at the very thought, but she understood it needed to be done. If everyone else would be safer with her injured severely then she would agree to it, once she was brought back to her sanity.
Subconsciously her hand moves to rub over the part of her neck that would forever hold Tetradore's mark, a subtle reminder of just who she belonged to. The other marks that were littered across her frame were examples of her ability to withstand whatever attack or punishment, she deserved, the girl permanently, mentally beaten into her place. With a soft and tired sigh, she looked back up at him, giving him an apologetic smile.
Slowly she placed her hand over her stomach, almost as if she was implying she was already carrying life there, her face serious for a moment. Blue-grey eyes looked at his emerald eyes for a moment, hoping he indeed understood what she was indicating. A wide grin would appear on her marred face, as a very soft laugh was released, it was so rare to hear such a gentle and uplifting sound, coming from the usually somber and quiet woman. Perhaps Raven couldn't always catch a joke, but she could try to make one successfully. Taking her hand off her stomach she pulled her curls out from her eyes, looking up at him brightly, still grinning.
For such a well-read woman, you would think she would know that cross-species could indeed create life. No one had ever told her that it was possible. With another small grin the werewolf quietly made her way towards the room she shared with her companion, opening the door, she turned her dial to see her Alpha, and softly she whispered him to a goodnight and retreated to her familiar sanctuary. Relieved and happy to be home again with her family, right where she always belonged.