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
Living with felines came with some struggles. For one thing cats were extremely difficult to read. She could hardly tell what sort of emotion they were displaying when she was around them. Their stoic looking faces or their intense silence as they walked about did absolutely nothing for her to know or understand. Let's not forget the fact that for some reason they are far too capable of preening themselves, stretching their legs out so far to lick in places that were quite, well, amazing to know their tongue could reach such a place. Although if they enjoyed licking themselves so much, why the hell didn't they bathe has often? She understood Tobi's fear of water. Let's not forget that she constantly caught all three of them rubbing themselves against random objects within the Ark, confused as to why they would do such a thing? Everyone knew the Ark was theirs so why continue? Also, why in the world must they always head-butt against one another, a simply nod of the head or the exchange of muzzle against muzzle surely must be better? After all, when she tried it, she felt awkward trying to attempt such a thing to Tetradore and Tobias, and each them they did it to her, she would always get a terrible headache. When they would run to look after the territory she was annoyed that both males would take to hoping across the buildings, wishing at least one time someone would run beside her on the ground. Oh and there was one time where she was walking in the Ark and she stepped into, only God knows whatever weird fur ball thing it was, it was squishy and slimy, and it STILL makes her sick to her stomach for even thinking about it.
Canines she decided were far too simpler to understand. She could tell what kind of emotion they were feeling and expressing. She knew when one would be friendly and one would not be. She knew the signs of a threat and the ways in which to show she was a threat as well, or someone that didn't want any trouble. It was surpassing that she would find herself within an all feline pack and although she had a difficulty in understanding them, she was still appreciative and grateful she was accepted. Well, almost accepted by everyone. With the full moon coming in just a few days she knew that she would be left alone to stay in the Ark. In hindsight someone had to stay behind to make sure everything was fine, but it was not a rotated position. She knew very well why she wasn't able to tagalong on nights that were considered scared to a Were and where the bond of pack was at its strongest. She wasn't allowed to be near the kittens. She hadn't done anything to them and yet she was still not able to interact with them. So, she was left to stay behind while everyone had their fun, training the kittens or simply interacting with one another. It was at these times when their bonds should be their strongest, that she continued to feel left out. It was a feeling she was entirely used to feeling thanks to her old pack, and even though Tetradore had called her family...why was it during the full moon was she not able to be with them?
She had gone with Jackal to look over the produce and meat that came to the harbor to purchase. Since she was cooking for the pack all the time she wanted to make sure she got all of their favorites on this trip. It made her happy when she prepared someone their favorite meal, be it breakfast, lunch or dinner. If the Ark was to be their home then why couldn't everyone get their favorite dish every now and then? She put extra care in making sure whatever fish she bought, it was fresh and it was decent for her feline pack mates. Cats, she discovered, were quite picky eaters...even her garbage-disposal guzzling mate. With the shopping done and the food already being shipped to the Ark for drop off, the canine decided to go for a walk while Jackal went off to do whatever business he needed to take care of for the emerald-eyed panther. Shoving her hands into her hoodie's pockets she silently went for her stroll, not bothered at all by the feeling of the storm coming through. It was the sight of a familiar silhouette that caught her attention. Curious she silently walked over, her shoes barely making a scraping sound against the bricks. Blue-grey eyes peered over the female's shoulder, as she got closer, to see the sight of a very malnourished kitten. A frown appeared on her face as she watched the tiny creature attempt to eat. Softly she muttered gently, looking down at the blonde and kitten, a small simper resting on her scarred face.