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
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Posted on September 10, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She stands silently behind the other Werewolf, blue-grey eyes shifting to the helpless kitten and back to the emerald eyes that belonged to Scarlett. A small smile could be seen on her mauled face, quite content to be in the presence of another Werewolf. She didn't understand why there weren't meant werewolves that called Sacrosanct home. The werewolves that she had met always came and left. Part of her was pleased to know that werewolves didn't stick around, because she was far more comfortable not being around them, but at the same time they were her species and it felt good to be near other canines like herself. Living with felines was quite interesting and it was obvious to tell that their species were different from one another, but they held the same similarities. Scarlett was not a Werewolf that Raven was nervous to be around, the girl had been friendly and kind to her, something she rarely experienced thanks to her familial pack. As Scarlett speaks the lupine merely nods politely. As a Were that lived in a feline dominated pack, she was aware that two different species could live together fairly well, but sadly not everyone in her pack agreed with such a philosophy. Softly she mutters her response, her eyes shifting back towards the malnourished kitten, feeling empathetic for the creature.
Blue-grey eyes returned to look at Scarlett as she politely listens to the girl, still standing behind her, not making an effort to sit down. Raven was rather content with simply standing behind the bench. For a moment her dial would tilt upwards, her golden-brown curls lifting behind her shoulders, as she notices the storm clouds only growing darker. She was a creature that enjoyed the cold and the rain, hardly not minding at all should it rain, as she continued her walk back towards the Ark. The soft roll of thunder promised the lupine that indeed her wish for rain would come. Her dial would tilt slightly as she looked back down at the younger girl, as a sympathetic smile was given to the girl. Much had occurred while Scarlett was gone. With a shrug of her shoulders she speaks gently, hoping that perhaps Scarlett would be aware that she was not alone when it comes to bad things happening. No matter what Raven did, no matter how good things went, something always bad was going to occur, especially for the unfortunate lupine that physically bore her scars.