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 October 08, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Perhaps one would think she stuck out like a sore thumb here within the crowd of the Ark and yet Raven felt quite content to be here. Of course there was every reason to believe that the decorous girl had no business being within such a decadence place and yet she didn't feel out of place. Perhaps it wasn't the ideal living situation she found for herself, but she was absolutely grateful she even had a place that she could call home. During her troubled times she had secretly hoped and dreamed of a safe haven, where she could belong. To be accepted by others, to have the freedom to walk where she wished without having a muzzle or chain to hold her down. To have a real bedroom and a comfortable bed, no longer sleeping within a cage and having a shredded blanket and her own fur to keep her warm. Of course she didn't necessarily dream that the pack she would be in would be a part of something like cage fighting at night, but Raven made do with what she was given. She was truly happy with how her life was now, all thoughts of her life when she was young, was something she hardly thought about during the day. It was only at night when she closed her eyes, and Tobias wasn't lying next to her, did those terrible visions of the past haunt her. It would take years for the pain of the past to subsided and fade into nothing more than a barely visual memory.
Quietly the golden-brown curled woman took a sip of the warm amber liquid, allowing it to slowly burn down her throat, as she exhaled slowly. The lively crowd was in full swing tonight. Blue-grey eyes focused on the crowd for a moment judging whether or not Jackal might truly need some assistance. After all she was quite content to not be in the middle of the crowd, taking and accepting their money, giving money away should they win their bets. Honestly she was quite content to have a break for a night or two, let the cat ears waitress pull some of her weight, the girl was hardly one Raven approved of. Her dial would turn in the direction of the Egyptian woman, listening to her words. As she spoke about the alabaster equine, Raven couldn't stop the hurt look that appeared on her face, blue-grey eyes holding a glimmer of fear in them. However, just as quickly as that dreadful look appeared on her face and eyes, she would frown as her face would harden. One thumb would idly rub the brim of her tumbler, as she felt a terrible icy cold chill run down her very spine. It had been nearly a year since that fateful night. Frost had done terrible damage to herself and to the pack. With a shake of her head she looked back up at the woman, her voice soft for a moment, but it would slowly transition into a warm tone as she spoke of the 'Kitten King.'
A small smile appeared on her mauled face, blue-grey eyes holding a glimmer of merriment, as she questioned the Were-Crocodile. Some Weres wish to be in a pack and others want nothing to do with them. The woman she was sitting beside, the lupine assumed, that she was not interested in a pack. However, should she choose to follow Frost then she would not be welcomed here. With a shrug of her shoulders she focused back on the crowd, taking another sip her of her drink casually, evidence of being bothered at the mention of Frost didn't appear on her at all. It is when Askaree talks about why she was here in the first place and her determination to leave the Ark, the meek woman pondered on the others predicament. If there was one good thing about being in a debauchery place meant that she was quite acquainted with others of different social classes. With a shrug of her shoulders she offered her assistance and answer to why she was content with being here in the first place.