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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
The sight of that rodent in Raven's mouth, FROM HER HOUSE, was enough to send Serafina careening for the safety of her countertops, away from where she was assured such creatures could get her. That scream so echoed in her feminine lyrics as the woman struggled to get away from the creature as quickly as she possibly could. She was aware, to some extent, of her foot making contact with the canine's though it hardly mattered to her as much as the simple presence of that rat that she so utterly abhorred. She could almost feel her skin crawling as a shudder ran down her spine. Unfortunately for the young witch, the contact of her foot was enough to bring a yelp from her canine companion, the rat finding a moment of freedom as it went skittering across her floor. Her hand reached out, pointing at the thing as she screamed in a voice that was almost hyperventilating.
She watched as the large dog so jumped towards the rat, the pair zig zagging in and out of her kitchen before she heard the squealing of the rodent and a sickening crunch that so declared it dead. It was only once she saw the lifeless body fall from the parted jaws of that the young witch was able to find any measure of poise once again, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she attempted to so still those tears that had threatened to overflow her lovely sterling gaze. It took the witch a moment longer before her focus was present enough, and she was in turn certain enough the rodent wasn't moving, that Serafina found her attention slowly shifting to the canine in the corner. Her hand rested upon her still beating heart, trying to tame it from coming out of her rib cage as she simply sat on her kitchen countertops, watching the wolf in the corner. It hadn't occurred to the witch that the creature's present crouching might be her doing, the girl merely recognizing the wolf's behavior for what it was - odd.
Still, regardless, Serafina knew well enough how dogs, no, people, worked. A good deed deserved a good reward. Tentatively, and with a newfound sense of paranoia, the young girl reached over towards the bread beside her, plucking a half eaten piece from the loaf to toss it towards the wolf's direction. She found the rat terrifying enough that she hardly wished to even so much as be near it, not daring yet to skirt around it to go to the canine herself. Instead, her voice tentatively reached out to the lupine.
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