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 08, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
Weres stuck close to their own. It was natural. After all, individuals are more inclined to be close to those similar of themselves rather than different. The Ark was a popular place for all Weres to attend. Those that were not Weres were seen as trespassers, trespassers that would be allowed to remain should they not cause any disturbance. The way Raven saw it, so long as they had money and they were participating in the bets or buying their food or alcohol, then they could remain. Trespassers that just came to visit to see what was going on in the Ark were watched carefully, and quickly removed should a Were speak up about not being happy to be watched from afar by a stranger. Since the death of Tetradore many Weres felt the balance be altered and yet no one seemed brave enough to attempt to take over the district or the Ark. She and Tobias remained and perhaps Tobias's presence was enough to keep things at bay, for now. Yet she knew, she knew very well, one day someone would come and challenge. The problem was, what if it wasn't some drunk in the Ark, or a high-ranked fighter? What if they heard the sound of hooves coming up the gang plank, and the ethereal form of a familiar hated equine, coming to take everything else they had left, and to force her and Tobias to be under his rule?
She allows her mate to press himself against her, such dark thoughts being removed entirely, as she returns the movement, pressing herself against him for a moment. It was comforting for her to be close to him. It had always been even before he was Alpha. It was just the two of them now. Well, the two of them, their friend Alexis and Jackal, and the staff of the Ark. There was still loyalty be it out of respect for Tobias rule and accepting it, or the very least their trust and shared loss of their green-eyed Alpha. As the witch hands her deviant companion, using her telekinesis she snatches the wrapping, letting it come to her hand rather than the ground. She isn't bothered at all when he begins to inhale the cookie, already grown accustomed to how he never shares his sugar treats. Instead, bleak eyes, looked to the witch keeping an eye on her, Raven still feeling a bit anxious with this new stranger. She wasn't aware of the dealings they had together, but she did remember her from their encounter of Frost. It would seem the other remembered too. Just hearing his name be uttered was like a stab in the gut, noticeably she flinched, as her eyes looked down to the wooden floor. Softly she murmurs before Tobias declares any mention of Frost forbidden.
As Tobias hands her the half-eaten cookie, she takes it gently, wrapping it up with the paper he attempted to discard. Keeping it in her hand she walks beside him as they take the witch across the main floor and up the stairs. She had grown accustomed to the way the other Weres moved wherever she walked. There was no need to explain to the witch the details of their beloved Alpha's death. She wasn't a friend and she wasn't a pack mate, and so, she didn't have that right. As he gestures for them to sit at one of the private tables up top, where meetings had taken place before with others, she took the seat next to Tobias. Her hands in her lap, still holding onto his cookie. Warily eyes looking to the witch now waiting for her answer.