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 10, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Deep down she had no idea whether talking to Tetradore would work out or not. She was well aware of the severity in her request. At one point in time she was sure that Alexis would have been welcomed with open paws under different circumstances. After all she was friends with the vixen, and so was Tobias and Nadya. Alexis' would have done quite well within the pack, Raven thought, especially taking the time to be around Nadya and the kittens. Yet after the attack from Frost the opportunity that Alexis had to be likely accepted into the Nightshade pack was snuffed out. Raven knew very well that what she was doing was something she didn't have to do, but she deep down she was concerned for the reddish vixen. The lupine knew far too well how dangerous Frost was and she didn't want Alexis to experience Frost incapability of controlling his emotions and succumbing to his deadly wrath. As she led Alexis up the stairs she loped over towards Tetradore, eyes roaming over his ebony frame, taking note that he had taken a round in the ring.
As she requested his attention, politely, she flinched when she heard his low growl. Immediately her ears pinned tightly against her skull, she knew the growl wasn't directed at her, but after suffering the abuse of her former Alpha, seeing her Alpha displeased triggered those unhappy memories and her natural response of being submissive. As he circled around them she listened intently to her Alpha, understanding his reasons of assuming that Alexis would be using her kindness in order to get close to them for Frost. While Tetradore demanded the vixen to explain herself, Raven turned her skull down to look over the girl, waiting silently for her response. While Alexis explained herself whatever hope she had that Alexis would secure a safe place here was dashed, everything she said made it appear that she didn't want this chance. Raven was attempting to vouch for her, and Alexis was throwing it all away. Call it a weakness, but Raven had her heart on her sleeve, and she was willing to try again to give Alexis a safe place where Frost couldn't reach her again.
It was interesting, in a way, that a creature that suffered under terrible abuse from her former pack was capable of understanding and more importantly believing in this particular role of a pack. Alexis had shown in different times that she was capable of trying to put herself before others, so that the rest would not be harmed or injured. Blue-grey eyes shifted to Tetradore, unsure if he would lunge at Alexis or grill her after her admittance of unworthiness. Softly her voice presses into Tetradore's alone, persuading him to see in a different light.
She turned her dial back to Alexis, gently prying, attempting to help Alexis in a way, but selfishly for herself and Tetradore.