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
With their hands entwined with one another she happily follows him as he begins to lead them out of their shared bedroom. While Jackal begins to plead and beseech her companion for his presence in the ring Raven cannot help, but shake her head. Softly telling the little Hispanic man that they were actually going on a date, and that particular word date seemed to halt Jackal in the spot. Although she and Tobias always went away together on some sort of adventure, never once did they call it a date, and apparently the fact that this was an event Tobias wanted, surely made Jackal realize that he would not be available at all. While they walked through the Ark, Raven wasn't bothered by the quick movement of Weres standing out of their way. After all they did it for her just by the fact she was part of the pack and was Tobias' mate. As soon as they made it outside of the Ark, she stands beside him, looking up at him as he begins to proclaim just where they were going. Her voice carries a curious and bright tone as a tender simper appears on her mauled face.
She is impressed that her deviant is actually walking beside her. Usually he is far ahead of her and she has to quicken her pace into a jog in order to catch up. It pleases her that he is actually slowing his pace down so that they can walk together. As the wind down and through the alleyway, towards the ocean, as they reach the river, her shoulder leans into him enjoying this moment. Raven is quite content and satisfied in this moment. Her hand continues to settle in his own, enjoying the close touch. As he mutters to himself when they enter farther into the wood she does not bother to speak to him, allowing the male to have his train of thought. It didn't bother her at all that Tobias spoke to himself, rather she simply accepted it, focusing more on making sure she can keep up with his long limbs, the boy eager to there, and she could tell with how often their closeness was ruined by him wanting to walk faster. Where they are going Raven has no idea but the scenery is quite pretty. As they make it towards the small clearing beside the river, and he proclaims that this is indeed the designated space she is shocked. Blue-grey eyes scan the area to see if something would pop out at her, to tell her the reason why this place was the 'dating' place. Looking back up at her deviant she smiles exclaiming her satisfaction of the clearing and his special spot.