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 a natural instinct for all creatures, be they predator or prey, to have a fight or flight stimulus. She was a creature that always put herself before others, willing to put herself in harm's way, unafraid of doing something for others. She didn't mind being the one to face on the onslaught and she could accept whatever damage was done to her. It was the least she could do. Being a sacrifice for others, to her, seemed honorable and acceptable. She would do anything for her pack, believing it was her right and job. Even in her blood pack she would do whatever she could for them, unafraid to be the liability. Though there were times when she wouldn't so willingly become the sacrificial lamb, rather she would fight readily, wanting to protect those she cared for. There was a reason why she risked herself for Alexis, even though she was not pack, she was a friend, a close friend, one that she did not wish for Frost to harm anymore. It was so rare to obtain her loyalty, and once it was given, it should never be abused. Sadly though when she saw Alexis with Frost, following him, leaving with him, her soul was crushed at the betrayal. The pain was still there, but over time it became dull.
Quietly Raven stood with her arms around Alexis, holding her gently in a hug, her form twitching slightly when she felt Alexis' own arms encircle her. It was rare for her to feel another hug her, a hug foreign to her, and yet she understood the meaning behind it. It was a lot for Alexis to take in. It would take an extremely long time for Alexis to cope with the actions that she had done to her pack. Raven didn't have anyone to talk to about it. She had no one to turn to. She was alone and she knew so very well how it felt. Perhaps Raven would have healed much better if she had someone during that difficult time, but she was alone. Alexis didn't have to be alone. It would seem Raven was willing to protect Alexis again, but this time, from herself. As their embrace ends she sighs softly, giving the woman a small shrug.
Nadya was quite a sore topic. The panther didn't care that she was harmed by Frost, even though she showed her the scenes of his crime, and yet she didn't care. There was no understanding nor effort to help. Tobias and Tetradore did their best for what they could do, but how can a pack come together in trying times, when one member never cared in the first place. Raven was unsure with what would occur when she brought Alexis into the Ark. She didn't know if Tetradore and Tobias would attack on the spot or if they would give the fox a chance to speak. She hoped, that if she could vouch for Alexis, they would be able to listen, if for a time. With a somber look she spoke softly, before turning around and shifting back to her wolf form, ready to lead the fox from the woods and into the Ark.