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 September 04, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It was rare for the lupine girl to have some time on her own. She was constantly busy between being needed by her Alpha or by her mate. Tobias constantly wanted her attention be it to play or to simply follow his antics. As for Tetradore business seemed to be going fairly well and that meant more time in his office. So, for her to have a moment of peace and quiet within the Ark, she relished it in complete bliss. Today Tetradore did not need her help today with business and Tobias was off doing God only knows what without her. With no one needing her today she turned into a recluse. As always she prepared breakfast for her pack mates, but as soon as they all came down to eat she happily left them to clean up the kitchen. After all, why shouldn't she leave them to do some of the chores? It gave her a bit more time during the day to have to herself until that night when the Ark would be filled with patrons. Happily she returned to the bedroom she had shares with her mate, busying herself by sticking her nose in a book she had been looking forward to reading. In her own little world she was interrupted by the sound of a soft knock on her door. Slowly she looked turned her dial around to see the familiar fae that her other side seemed inclined to attack. Softly she muttered nodding her head.
Placing the silver shaded bookmark between the lightly tan-colored pages, she closed the book, leaning over her other side, stretching her arm so she could place it on the nightstand. Leaning herself upwards she unwrapped herself from the blankets, folding them neatly into the middle of the hammock. Sitting upwards now, her legs dangled easily from the hammock, as her hands clasped into her lap. She had kept herself away from the fae in fear that her other side would come out and attempt to attack her. It pained Raven when she learned that when she went feral her goal was to harm the innocent girl. Mortified and far too afraid to confront Rena about it, she decided to dodge the girl entirely. Now that she was here there wasn't much she could do or say, to remove herself entirely. Lowering her eyes she looked to the floor, gently slipping out a wholehearted apology.