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 December 19, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
It was nice to have a quiet night for a change. No longer did she hear the clamoring of individuals running around downstairs within the Ark. The various animal sounds that seemed to rattle and shake the massive ship. It was good to be out here and get some fresh air. It was even better with her mate at her side. Emotionally she was drained and mentally she was barely capable of holding on. The way her companion stroked his fingers through her thick hide was absolutely comforting. With each stroke her eyes would slowly begin to close shut, starting to relax. She needed this. She needed to fall asleep and not suffer from those endless nightmares that shifted from the pain she suffered from her Father and pack, to seeing Frost attack her and kill Tetradore. It was all too much for her to cope and deal with. It is when he demands they go to the beach does she sigh softly, reluctantly. He was not a creature that was capable of being still and tonight when she really just wanted him close, he wanted to run off to the beach. Slowly she began to lift herself upwards as he stood on his own two feet. Puzzled her dial titled to the side expecting him to fall and shed his skin and replace it with his spotted coat. When he did no such thing and demanded her to be big, she titled her dial to the other side not understanding. Seeing him scowl at her, her dial and ears lowered apologetically still unsure with what to do, until he gestured for her to grow larger. With a nod she allowed her form to shift and change into her bear-sized.
Quietly she watched the boy run around to the back of the Ark unsure with what he was up to. Knowing Tobias it could be a whole number of things. With a heavy sigh she sadly watched as the deviant came around the corner with a net. She lowered herself slightly so that he could hoist the net up and set it on her back. As he packed on poles and tires she obediently accepted the items to her back. As soon as he was finished she grunted softly as she struggled to lift herself and everything on her back. It wasn't comfortable and she didn't much like it. A soft growl of warning rumbled within her throat as he ran across the deck yelling at her to follow and catch up. He could have helped, she knew, and yet she didn't expect him to help her at all. With a shake of her head she slowly walked across the deck, taking it easy to step down the ramp, after all it wouldn't do her well if she fell. When she made it to the deck she bumbled along after him, placing one foot in front of the other, trying not to think of the weight. If she was healthier, if she had some weight, if she had been eaten right maybe carrying all this stuff would be easier. When she felt her paws touch the softness of the sands she sighed, grateful to finally make it. As he climbed on her back to dump the items off she watched him run around and place them. His order for her to meet him on the other side of the beach prompted the girl to shake her head as she followed after him, shaking her form as she felt the net disappear from her side. Ah to be free!
Happily she walked around feeling the soreness from carrying on that junk leave her back. The full moon shone brightly the silver within her fur. That dark hide a perfect contrast from the silver markings on a dragon that illuminated underneath the moon's touch. Quietly she would come towards him brushing her dial against his side for a moment, allowing the boy to pet her gently. As he swings himself to climb upon her back, finding his weight more agreeable, she stood still allowing him to get settled. She had no clue as to what he was thinking or what he was intending for her to do. Her neck would turn around as her somber blue-grey eyes looked upwards to him. She had no earthly clue was he was wanting her to attempt. With another sigh she took a tentative step forward sniffing at the objects, unsure what she needed to do. She know she needed to go fast and yet she didn't understand why. Gently her soft voice pressed into his mind as she asked her mate what it was he wanted her to do. After all this was all his doing. She just carried all the items for him.