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 23, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Unlike the woman beside her, Raven was quite tranquil, her emotions confined. It wasn't that she wasn't excited to be Sam's presence, she was, but she was rather reserved. She was still upset with what she had done to Sam when she was feral and she was still rather ashamed of it. For the past few weeks she was working on regaining that trust with Jackal and attempting to show the staff that she was still herself, even if there was something dangerous lurking deep within her. As they walked side by side, she shoved her hands into her hoodie, not bothered at all by the chilly autumn wind. While Sam thanked her for the idea and listed off the potential members and current members, she spoke up gently.
"The girls at the burlesque are not that important. It isn't the quantity you want in your monarchy, it's the quality. I like Dorian by the way, he is very kind."
Having the biggest pack had its benefits, but it wasn't that great. Large amount of members meant there would be more strife, not enough food, roles in the pack, or attention. Sure it meant you would be more threatening and other packs wouldn't want to mess with you, but at the same time it just wasn't ideal. As for having few numbers, well, it didn't make you a threat. Not only that, but having less members meant everyone would have to do more, hunt, protect, and seeing the same group over and over again can get extremely tiring. The way a pack worked wasn't by size, but by the quality of each member. As the conversation when towards the relationship between the fae Queen and the King of the West, Raven merely shrugged her shoulders.
"It doesn't matter what I want or not, it is important to know what you and Tetra want. I have seen the merging of packs, but it is always different depending upon what the Alphas want. Some decide to merge the packs together, others decide to keep the separated."
It would be interesting to see just what would happen. She doubted very seriously that Tetradore would move the pack out of the Ark, the were-panther seemed quite interested within the business, even if he despised the tax season and rules. Although she couldn't see how the faes would want to come live in the Ark. It would make things far easier for both groups, but it would be interesting to see just what would happen between the two. Would mean that if the monarchy or pack was attacked, would the other come to aid the other? There were many things that could and could not happen should the relationship continue, however, it didn't matter what she thought. As they turned down the street, getting closer to the bookstore, it was the innocent question that caused Raven's shoulders to fall. Softly she spoke in a robotic fashion, as if she were repeating a phrase in a repeated manner.
"I'm not allowed to be with the twins, near them, or interact with them. I am to stay away. When they do pack things with the twins, I do not get to tagalong. I do not get to be with my pack tonight."
In perfect timing fashion the lupine grabbed the door handle and opened the door wide enough for Sam to enter first, and then she would follow, speaking gently.
"With all the baby proofing within the Ark they are safe. In packs children are always protected, no matter what, they are important. They will be fine tonight, all three of them will watch them closely, I am sure."
Of course children were important. Raven knew that far too well. In her old pack not everyone could have one, one had to have permission, and seeing Nadya have them without permission brought out the old ways she knew. With the cubs in the Ark she was careful about where they were and where she was within their proximity. Quietly she followed Sam into the bookstore, without much of a word she stuffed her hands back in her hoodie's pockets, blue-grey eyes looking away from Sam, looking up at the signs that labeled with genre of book was where.