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
Tetradore immediately fell back into silence, his body tense, bristling in some fashion in his annoyance at the constant bickering that so often existed between the two individuals. Was it impossible for the trio to just have a quiet, peaceful day? He huffed ever so slightly, though hardly spoke another word on the topic, instead focusing on the two tasks in front of him. It was only at the sound of Nadya's voice offering instructions that saw the man speak again, softly demanding Tobias' attention as he plucked a piece from the floor to so show the man exactly what was requested of him. The man's comment that it was a puzzle of sort saw his head bob ever so slightly in confirmation - yes, that was exactly what it was in some fashion. Hell, it was a puzzle often trying to get those damn things back out of the sockets, though he hardly wanted to confuse the boy with his own grumbled mutterings and so, Tetradore merely offered that small measure of incentive he knew well his best friend would so latch onto - the prospect of a challenge with an all too delectable reward at the end.
He was hardly surprised by the grin he was presented with, his own lips twitching ever so slightly in response as he watched his companion quickly pick up the pieces that remained scattered around him, his own fingers busy with twisting those screws that held the new white gate together. He watched as Tobias prepared for his simple command, the word "Go!" falling easily from his lips as Tobias suddenly dashed away to do exactly as he had been tasked with. Tetradore's own attention momentarily turned back towards the gate, placing that last necessary piece together before busying himself with screwing it tightly in the same fashion he had all the other pieces before it. He could hear his companion running throughout the ring of the Ark, just as he knew well Tobias was likely finding every socket on the wall with a knowledge that perhaps even he failed to have of his own boat. He was, at that point, hardly surprised by the sound of feet several moments later as the man slid back between himself and his sister, declaring himself done with a simple inquiry on whether or not he'd managed to win that coveted cookie.
He allowed his sibling to take charge of the situation if only for the careful ease that came from her tone now that he had expressed his displeasure at her earlier shrill yelling. A single glance was given towards them as he scooted closer towards the bottom of the staircase, fitting that new gate in between the railing and the wall to be screwed within. Hardly a word left his lips as his sister made her second effort to provide instructions, even though his brows arched dubiously. He picked up that screwdriver once more, screwing in that gate into the wall. The sound of his sister's voice hardly caused him to pause in his task, his head shaking ever so slightly. "It was not his fault what happened. The hunters could raid this place just as easily and we'd all be just as useless in keeping your children safe. If you want to be cautious around someone, if you want to blame someone - then blame the hunters. Tobias and the kids were fine before they came along." He paused, glancing backwards at his companion before adding after a moment's thought, "You should have given him a spoon instead of a fork."