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 October 22, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
To some enclosed spaces made them extremely uncomfortable, but for Raven it made her absolutely comfortable. Being underneath Serafina's bed allowed the lupine to feel safe and secure. Her heart was beating steadily in a tamed fashion. Her mind wasn't so alert, for once it was slowly shutting down, the creature feeling it was safe to not be on guard constantly. The scent of the witch brought a sense of familiarly for her, knowing this scent making her at ease. Even if the woman's scent was comforting her feral mind was still focused on the replay of the witch's actions. Twice she was slapped. Twice she was yelled at. She didn't understand she did wrong by taking the bread. She thought presenting the witch a rat was a good thing. It was all simply too much for her to understand or to take in. Her mind was in shambles, her feral side trying to comprehend it all, but it was simply too much. She wanted to trust the witch, instincts driving her to want the bond, whether it was her wolf nature or the familiar bond telling her to do this.
Grey-trimmed ears twitched back and forth as she listened to the sound of Serafina cooking in the kitchen. With a heavy sigh she rolled onto her side her eyes closing for a moment as she attempted to settle herself. As soon as she heard the stairs creak, implying someone was coming up the stairs, her eyes would reopen. Rolling back on her stomach she slowly crawled towards the front of the bed, her head sticking out as she observed the raven-haired woman wearily. Dial would raise slightly as her cold nose twitched catching the scent of cooked meat, her dial tilting now in interest. As the plate was settled on the ground the lupine sniffed it eagerly her tail swaying behind her. Still concerned, assuming perhaps the food was bait, she noticed how the witch was turning to leave the room and not stay.
A sharp bark was released, as she managed to crawl out from underneath the bed. The lupine barked once more wanting the witch to stop for a moment. Her dial would tilt to the side implying for the woman to come back. Turning around she would head for the dish of food, using her muzzle to push the plate towards the door and the woman. In her nature it was meaningful to connect with others, and food was one of those methods, and it was something she wished to do with Serafina. A soft whimper came out of the lupine as she looked at the food and then back at Serafina, her nose touching the roll, slowly rolling it to the woman across the carpet floor. With Serafina now having food Raven didn't mind to walk back to the plate to eat the steak, eating it rather too quickly. Licking her black lips she looked up at the woman, expecting her to eat the bread.