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
Won't you stay alive
Posted on September 04, 2016 by Scarlett Trivale
Scarlett Trivale
So try to love me
And i'll try to save you
The kitten was so tiny and frail. If Scarlett hadn't been in the area when she had, it might have died from a number of causes: starvation, cold, drowning, or even a predator wandering by. So young, left alone in such a cruel world. In some ways, the wolf saw herself in it, remembering when her parents had died when she was just six, and how cold and alone she felt in life then. But like then, the kitten was rescued and given a second chance at life. She held onto it so gently, rubbing it's little body and keeping it close to her in hopes to transfer heat and life into the kitten. It struggled to eat, but Scarlett was determined to sit and try and feed it all night if she had to. Nobody had given up on her, so she wasn't going to give up on anyone.
The young girl was far too focused on the little kitten that she didn't notice the other person coming up behind her. At the gentle words, she startled, jumping lightly and scrambling to not accidentally spill the food all over the place because of her sudden jerk. When she turned and looked, her green eyes landed on a familiar face which immediately sparked a bright smile. Her sadness was buried deep in her mind, forgotten with the kitten and then the appearance of the only other Werewolf that Scarlett had ever met outside of the one that changed her; She doesn't even count the one that changed her, he had run right after biting her and never returned, she still hopes to track him down one day, to ask him all the questions he had left her with but let him know she didn't hate him.
"All creatures can get along with enough kindness, regardless of species," she said softly with a warm smile. And that was just how she viewed the world, with hope and optimism. She saw good in all creatures, offering everyone the benefit of the doubt. She was a kind, good soul. "It's nice to see you again Raven," she said with all her friendliness, but then her smile faded away as she had to talk about how she's been. It had been a while, so much had happened. Her green eyes glanced back down to the kitten and away from the other Werewolf. "I've been okay, a lot has happened. Most of it bad but i'm working through it," she said quietly, her sadness bubbling back to the surface and the clouds overhead rumbling with thunder, threatening to break open and release her rain.
She shook it off though and looked back up to Raven, multitasking by feeding the kitten. Despite her scars, Scarlett didn't even notice. Raven was stunning, and there was kindness in her that Scalett had seen on day one. She didn't let her scars define her, and if that was what all wolves were like than Scarlett knew she wanted to be like her. She shook her head lightly, to wipe away the sadness. "Enough about me, how have you been?" she asks with a curious tilt of her head, puppy like in it's nature. More than anything she hoped that since the last time they had been seen one another, that Raven had had nothing but good. Life wasn't always like that, but it was a hope that Scarlett had for everyone.
