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 January 07, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
There was absolutely nothing that could ever replace the feeling of feeling free when it comes to running. Moving at top speed without any limitations was an invigorating sensation. Here along the beach the canine was aware that she had free reign to go anywhere, and it wasn't just because this place was home. It was a beach which meant that it was free of anything that would be an impasse. There were no trees that would cause her to slow down and change direction immediately. There were no holes in which that her paw could fall into and break. There was no ice she could slip on. No waters to be mindful of. Well, there was the ocean, and yet she didn't have to run near it. After all the beach was very wide. No, she had the freedom to simply go in one direction and not think of anything that would cause her to hesitate. Brining the ball back to the raven-haired witch was a very simple task, a task that had to be done, if only so it could be thrown again.
It was natural for her to enjoy something to chase. After all she was a predator and currently her instincts was entirely overwhelming her. The squeaking sound coming from the ball caused the lupine to shake her head back and forth, delighted to hear it 'dying.' As the woman bent down to take the ball from her, the wolf obliged, taking a few steps backwards. After all she had to keep her eye upon it. Both ears flickered forward as the woman spoke, her dial tilting at the word home. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware of this word and what it meant. Part of her understood it was to return to the Ark, but the other side of her believed that she was already here. After all they were on the beach within the West district, and this was their beach, when meant hers.
When Serafina threw her arm back, intending to throw the ball, the eager lupine dashed forward. However, there was no ball to pursue. With a soft whine she looked around, looking upwards now, seeing absolutely nothing. Panicked she cried out turning back to look at Serafina, unsure of what was going on. The ball should be here. Of course Raven would fall for the faux throw. After all Raven wasn't really being Raven. In fact, if she was, she would most likely point out to the witch treating her like some dumb canine that she was assured she wasn't. A forced bark was released, demanding to know where it went and when she saw the woman begin to throw, the wolf just stared.
There the ball was, flying in the air now. There was no need to run any further, rather, she had to run towards the ball. Quickly she dashed towards it, leaping in the air once more to catch it, and then to run straight for Serafina. Although this time she would not slow down and come to the woman at a full stop, instead the uniquely colored wolf barreled and leapt into the woman, causing her to fall to the ground. The slobbered cover ball was dropped on her chest, and the wolf easily began to lick the girl in the face, lying on top of her once more, to keep her there. Let that be a lesson to not trick her again, a playful lesson!