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
It was that loud bark that saw the young woman pause at the threshold of her bedroom, she turned, her stormy eyes watched as the lupine creature struggled momentarily to pull herself from the depths of underneath the witch's bed. Her eyebrows rose ever so slightly as Raven approached the 'treat' she had so carefully crafted as a reward for freeing the townhome of the mouse - though she was entirely certain there were more hiding in the depths of her beloved home. Still, Serafina hardly expected the whine that left the wolf's mouth. A small frown crossed her lips as she watched the wolverine nose the plate with the steak and bread, her eyebrow rose ever so slightly as the wolf from the young witch to the food on her plate and back again.
She watched in silence as the wolf scarfed down that juicy piece of meat, hardly bothering to savor the taste as it surely should be rather than simply devouring it for what it was. A soft huff left her lips as Raven glanced up towards her with a glimpse of excitement. Serafina's gaze shifted towards the bread in her hand the girl unable to help the glimpse of contemplation that crossed her features.
The witch could hardly deny that nearly overwhelming need to get out that so clenched at her heart, making her fidget even as she stood there in the doorway of her own bedroom.
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