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 15, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
Raven was rather good when it came to people watching. After all she did it every night within the Ark. It was a useful talent. It gave her a chance to know her patrons very well. She knew the fighters, she knew their strengths and weaknesses, which meant she had invaluable information when it came to placing bets. Never would she give someone wrong information, in case they decided to retaliate against her or her pack, but she did make the effort to provide honest information. When there was a guest making their first bet, she went out of her way to make sure they placed their bet one the right candidate, wanting them to win their first time. Was it wrong of her to do such a thing? Yes and no. They were here to have a good time. No one had a good time if they lost any money. So, she made sure to give them a break, and get them to spend their money more and more at the Ark. The Ark was a business and she knew what her role was supposed to be.
She did not know why the witch was here within the abandoned warehouse. Yet that didn't make her someone that she was supposed to ignore. She was wary, as always, especially now when the pack was going through a rough time. Months had past and yet they were still grieving, still attempting to process the harsh reality that their beloved Alpha was no more. Curiously her ebony dial would tilt to the side as she observed the woman punching at the bag. Briefly her eyes scanned the area once more ensuring that they were alone. The last thing she wanted to go through was an ambush. Already close enough she left the safety of the shadows and darkness, approaching the witch cautiously, her tail swaying easily behind her as a sign that she was no threat.
She would grow still the moment she noticed the woman turning around sharply, eyes shifting towards the knife that was on her person. She did not want to attack the woman, not unless there was a reason, and she hoped that the woman would steady herself. It was a good thing Tobias wasn't here or else he would have sprung into action and attacked. Instead of showing an aggressive stance, the uniquely colored wolf sat down quietly, like a dog would if it was told to sit and stay still. Gently her voice would press into the witch's mind, her tone calm and friendly, with a brief firm tone.