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 December 24, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
This was the ideal location. This was where the feral creature wished to bring the raven-haired woman to. It was quiet and peaceful. The way the cold dark waves easily brushed up against the golden-brown shore, in a lull and rhythmic manner. In her warped mine this was a good place to lead the witch to, because she assumed it would be a good place for them to be. Just the two of them. There were many places within the West that Raven could have taken the witch, but they were not the best places to be in. There were dangerous places that even she didn't like going to by herself, but she knew it was necessary. Hear along the beach was a safe place, or the Ark, but for some reason her feral mind believed it was better to be here than there. Her Alpha and Mate were there and she was unsure, very unsure as to what would happen if she brought the witch home.
Play. Play was good and this was exactly what Raven wanted. Eagerly she fell into the play bow positon hoping that the woman would understand what it was she wanted. After all she did not know how to communicate in any other way. Her grey brushed banner swayed side to side in a furious manner, waiting for the woman to react in a positive way. Blue-grey eyes noticed the small simper that slowly crept upon the woman's face, her lupine from pouncing towards the woman knowing and understanding that such a small change ensured something good was going to happen. Those bright eyes widen in shock as the tennis ball appeared within her hand, grey-trimmed ears twitched forward as her entire ebony body went completely still with anticipation. As the witch threw the ball Raven chased after it, long black limbs easily propelling the wolf over the always shifting sands.
Her dial lifted upwards as she measured the ball's distance as it started to fall straight down. With a mighty leap, her forepaws were extended, her jaw widen, and suddenly it enclosed upon the ball. As soon as her teeth and jaw put pressure on the ball, it squeaked, and the wolf couldn't help but shake her head to and fro to continue the squeaking noise, believing she was killing it. After all prey squeaked like this when they died. Naturally her body took over as it realized, it too was falling, and she would land all four paws upon the sand, in an ungraceful manner. After all she was not a cat. Happily she pranced back towards Serafina, her grey chest puffed out proudly as she pushed the ball towards the woman's' knee insisting that she take the ball back. When Serafina took it, the wolf would eagerly walk backwards eyeing her and the ball, waiting ever so patiently.