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 November 01, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
She didn't blame Sam for bringing up the topic about the events that would go on during a full moon. Sam was not a Were. The Fae Queen wouldn't understand concept of pack let alone the significant importance of the time spent underneath the full moon. Even though the full moon occurred multiple times during a year, it was still important for the pack to be together. The bond between all was by far the strongest they would ever feel amongst each other, the humming tether between them called to them in a calming way. It was natural for their kind to want to be close to those they called family. Often times they spent the entire night alone, undisturbed, doing whatever it was they wished to do. It varied from pack to pack. Sometimes packs held their important traditions uncertain full moons. Like when the young were of age to start providing for the pack. When marriage was permissioned the ceremony would take place or when a death occurred within the past month the rites would be given. In her old pack she was used to feeling left out, that pang was agonizing, the tether between herself and them was torn. It ached over the years and now that she was back within the pack, and that forced distance between herself and them brought back those unbearable feelings again. If anyone put too much thought and too much importance on a simple pack activity, then she was clearly at fault, but who could blame her for putting something like that on such a high pedestal.
Silently the disheartened woman remained standing still within the aisle. Distraught and uncertain with everything she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to continue being in the bookstore, even if it was her safe haven. No longer did she wish to be in public and be seen. Not with the overwhelming emotions that continued to circle within her in such a turbulent manner. There was a reason why she didn't think such things, it was far too excruciating to confront or manage. It was much better for her to not dwell upon such issues, preferring to bottle them up and lock them away. It was easier to cope that way and it was unfortunate that the lock was opened. She remained standing there still uncertain. Her dial would tilt downwards as one tear silently falls and stained her scarred cheek. Her eyes would focus on the floor as she simply stood, the world around her silent and entirely not noticeable. It wasn't until she heard the soft apology come from the Fae Queen did Raven finally move, first bringing her hand up and wiping away the tear, before turning around and mutedly nodding her head. Silently she followed Sam out of the bookstore, down the street, moving in such a zombie state. It wasn't until they made it to the Ark did she do a new movement, other than walking, her hand suddenly grabbed Sam's. The grip was tight, but not painful, blue-grey eyes looked over to the kitchen where there were loud voices coming from within, Tobias and Nadya were at it again, with the door slightly open it was easy to see the children there.
It was difficult to tell just what it was the lupine was thankful for. Without another word she hurriedly moved towards the stairs taking careful note to remain silent so as not to disturb anything or anyone. When she made it to her bedroom she softly shut the door behind her, leaning up against it and lowering her head down, as ran her hand through her thick hair. Softly a few tears quickly fell, but stopped as soon as they came. With a heavy sigh she took off her hoodie, letting it hang over the back of a chair. Later that night she would be unable to sleep, she would be wide awake. Unable to be with her pack she would spend this night with her familiar. The bond between the two didn't feel as it did with her pack under the full moon, but it was enough to sedate and transform her agonizing pain into a numbing throb. Besides she wished to do whatever it was Serafina had in mind, enjoying the time she was able to be with her. Yet that wouldn't occur for another few hours. With Sam still making the tea Raven sat onto the hammock, laying down upon it. Stifling a yawn her heavy eyelids would close as her body shifted into a curled fetal position. Her hand would move towards a nearby pillow that contained Tobias' scent comforted by something familiar. Eventually the distressed girl would fall into a deep and troubled sleep, perhaps Sam was right, she was indeed very tired.