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 16, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It was natural for her species to actually want to be around others. She was a creature that was meant to be social. Being close to others was supposed to bring the lupine comfort. Unfortunately, her species was also the type that preferred to be alone sometimes. Solitude was something she could cherish, being away from others was something she could naturally do. There were days when she was torn to keep herself in the company of others or disappear and get away from everyone. Today was the day she was happy to be alone, especially since she would be left alone later that night by her pack. Perhaps being in the company of Sam for the rest of the afternoon would help get her by until the lupine left her home to spend her full moon night, with someone that might also appreciate her presence. While Sam got ready to leave, the she-wolf was already making her way down the stairs and to the opening, waiting patiently for Sam to come. With a slow nod she spoke softly, shrugging her shoulders.
"Well she seemed alone and at a lost, sometimes those that are lost need to belong somewhere. That is good to hear that she is doing well within your Monarchy."
It was a simple suggestion that would solve a few problems. That Ivy was doing well with being a group of her kind, was a good sign. On another point it was good for Sam to have another loyal follower. To Raven a Monarchy was sort of like a pack, with a pack living in larger numbers meant greater safety and an increase of food. Which brought an idea to shift in her head, as they continued to walk down the harbor and off the dock, heading more towards the livelier side of the West. She did not know if the relationship of her Alpha and Sam would continue to get stronger or end all together, but it was good to know what would become of two large factors of multi-species being joined.
"Have you thought at all what would occur between pack and your Monarchy should the relationship between you and Tetra deepen?"