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 29, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
As she walked beside the jungle cat she couldn't help, but feel how suddenly cold it got within that half-lit corridor. Her species was built and born to withstand the cold, but that was destroyed the moment Frost had nearly killed her. Faintly she could remember how her body felt as he froze her, how she grew steadily numb, while Death was ready to collect her. Flashes of that night flickered in her head, that fear rose, and the predator was going through the motion of feeling the natural instinct to fight or flee. As they made it through the corridor and into the brighter part of the ship, she felt the other's cold frame bump into hers and Raven couldn't help, but flinch and step quickly away, despising being touched by a stranger, especially one that caused her to shiver from the cold. Blue-grey eyed shifted towards the other noticing the apologetic look in her eyes, and Raven simply frowned nodding, leading the girl to the table where they would wait.
Raven understood the friendship between Tetradore and Tobias was extremely important to each male and when they would have their time together, she made sure to not bother them. It was the courtesy Tetradore extended to her and Tobias when they were alone together, and Raven didn't mind doing the same. Unlike other females she didn't demand to have her companion at every beck and call, not being allowed to do as he pleased. She respected both males far too much. By no means did she wish to ruin their time, but the stranger that was before them needed to be met, and she hoped it wouldn't take long. She would apologize to them later for the interruption by providing them one of their favorite dinners and desserts tonight. As they both voiced their irritation of the cold she released a soft sigh, feeling slightly hurt that she was half the reason they felt that way.
Quietly she watched the woman taking note with how she was, and yet she still shivered. Blue-grey eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to Tobias threaten their guest and although she would have chastised him, she did not. She was struggling to stay focused. For a moment she looked over to the Tiger, taking note of how ice was appearing along her finger down over the box. Confused she looked over and noticed how worse Tobias was, and as a cloud appeared over his head, she wordlessly used her telekinesis to move a server tray to float above Tobias, the tray collecting the water. Once all the water was collected the severing tray suddenly flew across and crashed into the wall. It was all too much for the girl. All Weres would begin to feel there was something off with the quiet woman, it would be familiar to Tetradore and Tobias. It was one thing to come into a pack's territory and wander around without a decent acknowledgement and respect to the pack and its members.
It was a whole different matter when it came to attacking the Beta who happened to be in front of his Alpha and his mate. For a moment Raven put a hand to her head, as if she was unwell, and slowly stood up, to retreat. Suddenly Raven transformed into her wolfish form, but as her grey paws hit the floor, the lupine continued to grow until she was the size of a bear. With a deep snarl her eyes flashed over towards their guest, black lips pulled back to reveal her sharp deadly teeth. Turning around she stood behind the Alpha and her mate. The memory of the panther dipping acid into her neck was enough to cause the monstrous sized lupine to not attack, yet. Moving behind her Alpha she moved over to her mate, her muzzle brushing against his frame, checking that he was fine, and seeing that he was, she moved to place herself behind them, keeping herself between them.
Raising her dial, her ears flattened, as her jaws parted to release another vicious snarl, a warning to the WereTiger to not harm them, but a warning also to her mate and Alpha, that she was so ready to attack.
If the man that ordered Camellia was terrified of Tetradore, then why in the world would the Siberian Tiger decide to harass him? There was a reason why the Nightshade pack controlled the West District, there was a reason why Weres and non-Weres respected Tetradore's authority. It was truly a shame that Camellia made such a simple errand turn nasty. Even more so, it was a shame that the meek woman had transformed into a state she abhorrently despised.