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 16, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It is unusual for Raven to not be in a dangerous feral state. Always when she was in that state she was quite vicious and deadly. When members of her own pack tried to hold her back or force her to stop, it led to her only being angrier and lethal. This side of her did not like to be oppressed or harmed. One could say that her feral side was merely there to be a sort of protector, to ensure that Raven would survive whatever onslaught and terror came her way. Her other half would come forth and do things that Raven wouldn't do if she was in control. At this point the ghosts triggered the lupine to react, poorly, the wolf terrified of seeing her own dead pack members walk. A nightmare turned real, and she hid herself, as her feral side decided to step up and defend her. Raven's feral side was familiar with being attacked by others, being forced to do what it did not wish, despising the hurtful retaliation she received. However, the witch had somehow found a way to not only freeze her in place, but instead of forcing the lupine to submit, she gently poked and prodded. Unable to fight back and shockingly taken aback at this soft and gentle act, her mind began to warp once again, but this time her feral side appeared to calm down. Willingly calming down seeing the witch not as a threat, but as something else, something that did not deserve to feel her wrath. Perhaps it was the bond between the two that also led the wolf to see the witch as one that should not be harmed.
With her mind receding to a softer and gentler side, a trace of Raven could hardly be seen, as she happily attacked Serafina with her pink slobbery tongue. As Serafina attempted to push her off the lupine did not budge, rather she found the movement encouraging her to continue licking the girl to death. Quite content and happy she looked up, seeing the terrifying ghastly images of the pack she had killed. Both ears laced backwards in a worried whimpering softly as she settled herself within Serafina's lap. She did not hear the raven-haired girl whisper name, blue-grey eyes widen in shock, as the masses encircled them. It was the gentle touch of the witch's fingers that caused the wolf to grow silent or a moment, her dial turning over to see the grey-eyed woman, a softer whimper released, as her body pressed even closer to Serafina, appreciating her calm demeanor. One by one the ghosts would disappear and slowly Raven felt better. As soon as they all disappeared she was quite relaxed and content. Hearing the heavy sigh leave the witch, she turned her dial cocking it to the side in a puzzled manner, as the woman fell on her back. With a happy bark her tail swayed to and fro as Serafina mentioned her, without a second thought the wolf suddenly body slammed on top of Serafina. Lying literally on top of the girl without a second thought that she could be crushing her, her tongue brushing over her face, licking the woman in such a thankful manner. Pleased that the ghosts were gone.
Sadly though Serafina was no longer the center of attention, not until she felt something odd. Lifting her dial she looked around the room, curious as to where she was. Slowly she got off the woman, grey paws carefully not pressing on the girl as she walked away. Ears twitched back and forth as she began to investigate the room, her claws click and clacking along the wooden floor. It was the sudden growl from her stomach that made the lupine head over to the kitchen. Lifting her dial she inhaled finding a tasty scent in the air, blue-grey eyes searching high and low to find just what scent it was. Curiously she found an odd box thing, with the tasty scent coming from it. When she walked over to the counter she would lift her upper body towards it, her paws resting on the counter on either side of the box. Her muzzle would poke gently towards the opening of the box her teeth clamping down on the tasty bread, pulling her dial back, and taking the bread down. Without any fucks given she laid down placing the bread between her massive grey paws and dug into the bread, chomping away. Clearly the answer to Serafina's question was given...feed her.