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
the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
Posted on October 11, 2016 by AIDEN TETRADORE
The feline's emerald eyes remained entirely steadfast upon the small fox in front of him, boring into her soul as she so uttered her defense for her actions nearly months prior. Her betrayal had hardly affected the panther much, the man never truly having any real connection to the girl. Quite on the contrary it was entirely for Raven's benefit alone that he was even considering the fox staying within his treasured Ark, not when she had been behind enemy lines for the majority of his knowledge of her existence. Still, his ears remained entirely erect upon his skull, hardly moving as she so reiterated her own experience in those terrible moments upon the dock. Tetradore himself knew well the effects that fear could have upon the body, after all, he was more than capable of coaxing those very reactions from individuals at his whim. Her excuse, therefor, was entirely plausible to him, understood in a way that perhaps others might not have. Still, regardless of the threats that had been so ushered by the ivory steed to her 'friends', Tetradore still found himself uncertain of her allegiance, his voice entirely commanding her gaze.
It was utterly effortless, the way his own glowing emerald eyes so managed to engulf the girl, sending her free falling in his own depthless gaze. His voice was soft, coaxing an answer from her, one that was unhindered by any deceitful lies she might have made an effort to offer them or any half truths. That repeated utterance of her fear managed to assuage any fears he might have held of her alliance with Frost and yet, at the same time, Risque had kept her own servant's true simply of fear alone. Fear of Frost hardly meant that she had any intention of doing well in their ranks. A small frown marred his features at the imagery she spoke of, the man well aware of Frost's abilities in heat, to some regard. However, he found this information vastly more interesting for more reason than her fear, rather contemplating his own ability to so best such a skill, should he find himself face to face with the man once again. It was a point that would surely occupy far more of his thoughts tonight.
Tetradore tore his gaze from the young canine, letting her return fully to her own mental capabilities. "You may stay tonight. Raven, take her to one of the rooms off the arena. The upper levels are strictly forbidden to you. Anything that says 'staff only' is forbidden to you - without the company of one of the pack members. Is that clear?" He inquired, his gaze shifting towards both women before he motioned back downstairs and away from his post with his large ebony paw. He was done with them, for now, his own mind entirely preoccupied with this newest puzzle. How did one so stop their insides from being boiled alive?