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
How Raven had the patience of a Saint, was something not even Fate would be able to answer why. For some reason she just had this trait, and thankfully so. For who could ever put up with the ridiculous things Tobias does. Her emotions were wearing her thin. She could barely keep herself calm let alone sedated. The first few weeks of Tetradore's death she was in denial and isolated herself as best as she could. Jackal had to bribe the woman to get up and work and actually continue the mundane routine of keeping everything in order, as if Tetradore never died. She had yet to go through the Anger and Bargaining stages of Greif, but she was far too deep within her depression. It took every effort to force herself into the clockwork routine of doing the chores, doing the paperwork and books, dealing with the fights, and other things that came to running the Ark and keeping everything in tacked. She would barely eat and she would allow herself to sleep for as long as she could, or at least if her mind would let her. With Tetradore gone any hope that she would remain safe from Frost or her Father was completely out the window â€" no longer did the girl feel safe. No longer did the girl believe that anything good would ever happen again, there was no hope. Who could blame Raven for thinking such a thing!
Each stroke of his nimble long fingers running through her ebony and grey fur was rather comforting to the hurting lupine. As his head rests against hers, her eyes close as she whines sadly, appreciating the touch. This full moon was a blessing and a curse. It was good in a way that it allowed the bond between Alpha and pack member, mate to mate, to be much stronger than before. However, that broken bond between herself and Tetradore was aching terribly. Tonight she could feel that ache as it increased, overwhelming, wishing desperately for the pain to simply go away, and yet it only seemed to intensify. Sadly her eyes reopen as Tobias struggles to explain to her what it is she is meant to do. As his fingers grip softly at her thick fur, she shakes her head attempting to try and focus. It pains her to hear him speak that Tetradore would be coming back. She was well aware that Tobias knew what death was, but that he couldn't understand the consequences of it, was absolutely tormenting. She could snap at him. She could yell at him. She could call him an idiot and shatter any hope he had of his beloved best friend returning to him. However, Raven could do no such thing to him. She didn't want to hurt him beyond repair. So, she remained quiet, sadden that he was trying to get her to help him get gifts. With a weak sigh her voice gently pressed into his mind again, weakly accepting his command.
For a moment the bear-sized lupine takes a few steps back, turning away from the obstacle. She wasn't going to not follow Tobi's orders, but she was going to try to prepare herself. For a moment she paces back and forth, trying to get her massive paws familiar with the ever shifting sand, taking note of how it moves when she presses her paw down. When she is ready she turns around now, releasing a soft sigh. Her grey-trimmed ears would press back against her ebony dial as she shuffles in place now, readying herself. With a soft growl the massive lupine propels herself forward, long black limbs carrying her frame and Tobi's body across the sand, at a quick pace. Lifting herself upwards she goes over the first jump, a bit too high than she should, landing roughly, and launching herself forward again, heading towards the next jump and going over it. Sharply she turns her frame towards the poles standing far too close than she felt comfortable. She remembered him speaking to go 'in and out' and that is what she does. As a wolf her frame was not built to streamline through this challenge, and yet she tries, weaving in and out as best as she could, doing her best to pick up the pace. As she turns again heading for the net, she kicks up her speed as sand flies behind her, lowering her head and tail she forces her body to go down as she slides underneath the net, low enough for her body and Tobi to not crash into it. As she slides, complete with the course, she stumbles a bit to force herself to stop, panting, as she promptly sits, staring back at the course, panting.