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
the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
Posted on January 19, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
A soft snort left the were's lips as the young woman in front of him so proclaimed her fear for them rather than the foes they often faced. He understood it, at least, in some regards. After all, he knew well that he was hardly immortal, hardly untouchable, and still made of flesh and blood that could wither and die and yet, this hardly perturbed him in the least. On the contrary, Tetradore had long ago accepted the simple fact that it was highly unlikely he would see any sort of old age. His time would come and go in a blink of an eye - his freedom from that cage he'd once been confined to was hardly enough to so coax him otherwise. Still, perhaps it was that very thing in which so prompted them to be so particularly fearless. His voice was soft, and yet wholly firm as his lips parted, "You should not fear him, Raven. Tobias and I would lay down our lives to ensure you remain safe and free from him." There was hardly any sort of gallantness lacing his baritone lyrics, rather, Tetradore's voice was decidedly flat, as if this was but a simple, unarguable fact of life.
Despite this, truly, Tetradore saw little reason to fear this boogeyman that so slinked in Raven's shadows. Though he might have been her greatest nightmare, the Alpha himself was hardly anything akin to a saint. He had roamed those same shadows, stalked those same halls, been called those same names and regarded with that same fear. He was entirely capable of returning to that monstrosity he had been forced to become. Poor dear Raven, sometimes, it was best to let the monsters play. Still he voiced no further word on the topic, simply working on finishing that task before him and ensuring her wounds were relatively seen to - at least enough that her blood wouldn't further taint the plush carpets of the hallways they lived in. The last thing he wanted was to try to get another blood stain out of that. His gaze shifted only at the girl's unexpected movements, her shaking hands so reaching up to pick at that necklace around her neck, one in which he'd hardly noticed, much less questioned before. A small frown crossed his features as he listened to her explanation, his emerald eyes taking in that medallion despite his hands continuing their work with the same ease.
Frost's interest within those coins was certainly enough to prompt a small frown to his features as he so committed the face of that coin to his memory. He could certainly call upon those contacts he'd established within the West and the Black Market at large to discover their origin. His gaze shifted from the girl's necklace to her features before he moved away with naught a word spoken, he picked up the first aid kit, putting the still useful items back in the cabinets where they belonged while Raven busied herself with throwing away the wrappers of all he had used. He followed the girl at a lackadaisical pace out of that room, pausing to glance down at that blood stained trail with a hint of dissatisfaction. Despite the fights that took place nightly, Tetradore was particularly rigid on ensuring, at the end of the evening, all such messes were seen to. The blood stains reminded him too much of that dance club that he'd lived in for a majority of his life. A soft sigh left his lips as he stepped over it, intending to see to it tomorrow as he trailed after her up the stairs. Her words of thanks were responded to with but a small shrug as he continued down that corridor, responding over his shoulder, "Good night, Raven."