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
I will make you believe you are lovely Raven
Posted on September 02, 2016 by Scarlett Trivale
Scarlett Trivale
So try to love me
And i'll try to save you
Scarlett had no idea what direction her life was going to take. With everything that had happened, she had been forced to take a step back and reevaluate what she was going to do now. She was confused, and more than anything she was scared and alone. She felt like she was in a constant state of out of breath, like the world was spinning around her and she just couldn't keep up. The death of her grandparents had taken it's toll on the girl who, once again, had lost her world; after her parents had died, they had taken on the roll of her parental figures and then as her friends as she when she was home schooled and had none. Even after she had been changed and began to act differently, they accepted her and continued to love her like their daughter. Were's were always talking about how significant packs were, but she would live a thousand lives without a pack if it meant getting to keep her grandparents; but now she had neither.
The werewolf had no particular reason for being out in the west on this day. Normally she avoided it with the pack that run the area not being one she really associated with along with the crime that riddled this part of the city. It wasn't raining today, but the storm clouds still darkened the sky overhead, keeping the air cool as a constant reminder, the personification of her sadness that still stirred inside of her. Today was one of the rare days that she was bundled up in a nice large jacket, and didn't let the cold consume her; it was a small sign that she was facing everything and in her own small way taking baby steps to coping. Scarlett avoided the Ark, but she did go near the harbor where she could still see the massive ship that wasn't as abandoned at it seemed. She walked down to the end of a pier and leaned on the railing, content to look out over the stormy expanse of the ocean.
The cold wind blew her golden locks in all different direction, but there was something about the taste and smell of the sea that helped calm her soul. Despite the storm clouds that she had created and the way they chopped at the water, the area was peaceful. She didn't hear anyone else and it seemed like she was the only person on earth in those moments. She only reacted when she heard the near by sound of tiny mewling, making her blink a few moments before she tore her green gaze from the ocean to the world around her once more. It took her a moment before she spotted the tiniest of kittens stumbling around on tiny, weak legs. Scarlett did not hesitate in going over and picking up the kitten, who was skinny and cold in her hands, mewling for a mother that was either dead or gone. Her animal instinct took over and her mothering nature immediately showed as she wrapped the little black and white kitten in her jacket, moving without thought to find it some food somewhere close by.
She wandered until she found a shop that sold some cat food. Scarlett didn't have any experience with raising kittens, nor could she keep it at her current apartment, but she wasn't about to let it die. She walked back to the pier that she had come from, finding a bench where she sat and opened the cat food. With incredible patience and gentleness, she fed the kitten, holding it in gentle hands, though keeping it wrapped up in her jacket. She hardly cared if the little animal made a mess of her jacket while eating, she just wanted to see it happy, warm, and not alone; perhaps that was a sign of what she wanted for herself.
