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
Earlier that day while Raven was getting ready for the day, she was shocked to see a massive bruise along her neck, from her outing with Tobias the previous night. Raven was not a creature to wear makeup and so she had no way of covering it up. The only way she could cover the hickey was keeping her long golden-brown curls before her shoulder, so that it could hide the mark. Even though last night was a lot of fun she didn't wish for everyone to see how much fun they had. Making breakfast and serving it was the ultimate test, to see if her hair would be enough to cover the hickey, and without any mistake or anyone's snide comment, it appeared as if she got away scott free! It would have been absolutely mortifying for the meek girl to be put on the spot for receiving such a mark, the girl frozen in absolute fear should anyone speak of it. Raven had no idea how long this mark would stay on her neck, but she would do her best to constantly remind herself to make sure that no one would see it. She would need to have a talk with her mate on why such marks shouldn't be placed on her for the entire world to see. Although that reminded her of another topic that would need to be shared to everyone...she and Tobias had yet to tell their pack mates that their relationship had turned far more serious within the Were world.
It wasn't surprising that the Ark was empty during the day. Staff members didn't start trickling in until the afternoon to prepare and get ready for the nightly fights that would occur. With just a few hours away until the staff would come in, Raven was busy rummaging around through the deeper portion of the ship. There were a few things that needed to be locked away under key, files of her paperwork hidden so that prying eyes would not get a chance to look. Keeping all the files within Tetradore's room didn't seem reasonable, anyone that was against their homely business would surely sneak into her Alpha's room to get these things, and the joke would be on them when they didn't find what they needed. When she was finished locking the door she didn't mind the hallway was covered in darkness. Moving her form easily down towards the main part of the ship was easy and since it was something she walked down frequently, moving in the dark did not inhibit her. It was the sound of someone else's footsteps that caused her eyes to narrow, barely making a shape that another was there, and as she inhaled softly the scent belonged to no one familiar. Quietly the lupine moved forward until she was standing underneath the low lightning frowning some that someone had made it down this far. Hearing her speak and say she was looking for Tetradore caused Raven's hair to stand on end. Was this girl friend or foe? Unsure and not willing to let the Russian girl out of her sight she spoke softly, her voice firm, but reassuring that her confusion and trouble would be over.
Blue-grey eyes looked over the girl carefully, taking note there was some sort of package in her hands, as her mind began to work out what she needed to do, should the girl be a threat she gestured forward for the girl to follow her. The lupine did not walk in front of the Russian, nor behind her, but rather directly beside her. Eventually they would leave the deeper part of the hallways and the wildcat would find herself back at the front of the ship where she had entered, the stacked chairs on table, and the large fighting ring portraying the events that went on within the ship. At night the place seemed packed and cramped, but during the day before business began it seemed rather spacious. Raven did not have the slightest intention of leading the unknown Russian girl directly into Tetradore's office, but she was willing to allow the girl to stay down here while she fetched him, but she didn't want to necessarily leave her alone either, especially if she wondered off. Brining the girl to a nearby table she made a gesture for the girl to sit, Raven allowing herself to sit at the table as well, so to assure the girl all was fine. With a shy small smile she spoke softly, inviting their wandering guest a chance to rest and take it easy.
Little did the WereTiger know, Raven had already mentally called for Tetradore and Tobi to come to her. They had an unusual guest with a package for Tetra.