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
In that singular moment, her usually uptight companion was more akin to the canine her current form took on rather than the were creature she was. It was inquisitive really, but, then again, the entire day had been a mess of peculiarities, enough so that Serafina found herself suddenly exhausted now that such adrenaline was leaving her system and a quietude had settled between them. Today had been long, far too long and suddenly the prospect of returning home to lounge in her bathtub sounded utterly delightful. Still, she found she could hardly deny that glimpse of hopefulness that crossed her familiar's features, resulting in the young woman pulling a ball from behind her back, so waving it in the air to catch Raven's attention. It hardly took long before the wolverine's intense gaze was settled on her, the creature prancing forward with a clear excitement for the tennis ball within her hand. Oh yes, whilst Raven was busy creating enemies, trying to eat rabbits, and adopt cats, Serafina had actually been productive in her efforts to shop. She pulled her arm back before releasing that ball, throwing it as hard as she could down the nearly empty beach before her.
Those stormy grey eyes watched as the wolf propelled herself forward, launching sand in all directions as she ran after the ball, seemingly entirely carefree with the sole exception of that neon colored ball. A soft sigh left the girl's lips, her head shaking ever so slightly as she merely stood there, watching her companion as the wolf suddenly leapt in the air. Serafina's eyebrows raised ever so slightly, watching inquisitively to see if Raven could actually catch the thing. Well, fancy that, it seemed as if she could. That loud audible squeak was telling enough for the girl, the wolf clearly had put the thing in her mouth, a soft snort left the girl's nose as Raven fell back onto the sandy beach, nearly falling in her actions before she began to make her way back with her captured prey. It was clear, that hint of pride her gaite and slowly Serafina shook her head, her eyes rolling. She was assured Raven was being utterly ridiculous and yet, she hardly commented on it, after all, the woman was happy and who was she to ruin that? She watched as Raven ran back towards her, pressing the ball into her knee and slowly she bent down with her hand out to pull it from the girl's mouth, hardly concerned that Raven might bite her or any such thing.
"Again huh?" She inquired, "Alright, but the sun's going to start setting soon and then we have to get you home." For now, however, she'd let them play for just a bit longer. A small look of discontent crossed her features at the wetness from the ball but the glimpse was altogether fleeting before she reached up, acting as if she was going to throw the ball. This time, however, the tennis ball hardly left her fingers, her gaze immediately falling upon the wolf in an impish fashion to see if the creature would so fall for her faux throw. Regardless of whether or not she did, or didn't, however, a small simper crossed the girl's features again as she raised her hand, this time allowing that ball to go capitulating into the air just for Raven's pleasure.
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