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 January 01, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
There were far too many thoughts that were jumping around within her head that she could hardly process and think through even one. She had to be quiet so she wouldn't wake anyone up in the Ark. If she woke anyone up she would make them disgruntled or irritated. After the night she had that was the very last thing she wanted to do. Each wound needed to be cleaned thoroughly and patched up, but it hurt to breathe or even move. The brands from the silver chains caused her much discomfort and irritation. Not to mention she was absolutely terrified in knowing that her Father was back and alive. When would he come to retrieve her? When would he come to attack? She didn't want Tobias or Tetradore to be harmed should her Father come a knocking. All of this was far too much for her to process and to handle. She wanted to run far away and hide. Yet she had to tell her mate and her Alpha that her absence would be, well, permanent. Yet she didn't want to leave them behind, but she was willing to sacrifice her happiness for their well-being. Wrecked from nerves and the adrenaline lowering down she was hardly capable of wrapping the gauze efficiently around the knife wound on her leg. When the door to the nursing station opens up she jolted up in shock and fright, blue-grey eyes widening as the familiar figure of her half-naked Alpha appeared. His accusation that she made a mess caused the injured woman to lower her head apologetically. His assessment at her attempt to wrap up her wounds caused her cheeks to redden from embarrassment, as she muttered softly her rebuttal.
Obediently she handed him the antiseptic and gauze as he already gestured to wanting them. Ashamed and worried she kept her eyes on the tiled floor, as new anxiety began to creep up. She had already woken someone up in the Ark and unfortunately it was her Alpha. The last thing she wanted to do was wake Tetradore up. Raven tried to stay still as he began to work on her, but her anxiety, her shot system, and blood loss, was causing the poor girl to shiver. She would extend each limb forward silently as he continued his work, hardly making a sound even if the alcohol burned. Raven had no idea what to do or even what to say. Where could she begin? Tetradore needed to know, but what and how much? If she kept things from him that could break the trust between them. If she told him too much it might anger him. Already she woke him up from his sleep, she doubted listening to her escapade with Frost and her Father would be good. Nervously her fingers twisted amongst one another as she pondered on the consequences that could take place if she spoke up. When he was finished dealing with the branding on her wrists, ankles, and neck, she watched as he began to work on her leg where Frost had stabbed her with the knife. Weakly the lupine attempted to explain herself to her Alpha, the silence between them simply intimidating her.
Terrified her eyes lifted upwards to meet his own, the girl craving for an answer from her Alpha.