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
LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU [Iórkæll/Fight Pit]
Posted on January 20, 2017 by REGAN IZUMI
The Ark was heavy with sound on this night. Barely restrained violence rippling on the air like a tangible thing. As if one only had to look harder or reach that little bit further for it to settle within their grasp. Regan was no exception. Her violet eyes glowing with the force of her hunger and the thirst for violence on her tongue. She needed to inflict and be dealt pain...anything to push aside the brutal emptiness that lingered just on the edge of tipping her over into the killing calm. Her dreams haunted her every waking moment since her return and this...this would give her that blessed silence she craved more than her next breath.
It would just be a little bit longer. Just a little longer. It had become a mantra inside her mind that she chanted to herself over and over again while she waited. The scent of blood began to waft into air just as she turned a corner and glided into the makeshift fighting area that occupied one of the lower levels of the Ark. The voices of the crowd grew in volume as did the sounds of fists as they met flesh. Again and again. The noise was almost erotic to Regan`s sharpened hearing as were the grunts and groans of pains that accompanied it. This was a symphony of violence and Regan was their conductor.
No stranger to the fighting ring, the diminutive woman made her way to the built in desk where the registrations took part. She reached up, barely able to see over the counter and slide her money to the burly man behind the desk. She met his mocking grin with cold indifference and wondered if the man was new. No one here who knew her would dare look at her that way. They knew better. Regan`s glowing violet gaze held his until he sensed the shift on the air and his own eyes widened before looking away unable to hold her gaze any longer. A tigers smile curling her top lip back from her teeth before her hand slide forward and took her number from the counter where he had hurriedly placed it. Turning away she chanted the words again. Just a little but longer.
It seemed like hours while Regan prowled around the edges of the arena while she waited for her turn. She had noticed most of the other fighters and spectators had edges away from her sometime during her pacing. She felt a feral sense of rightness that they should fear her. Her loose limbed gait was smooth and utterly silent, likely giving a few of her competitors an idea as to what type of predator she was. For truly only felines moved with the subtle grace they wielded without effort. However, there were so many strangers here and she doubted any of them new that a tiger prowled within their midst. Ready and waiting to take her pound of flesh. Just a little bit longer.
When they called her number a very scary sort of grin transformed her otherwise sweet face. She walked into the arena only to hear the crowd hush and then laugh and call her names. Regan ignored them. Her feet set shoulder width apart and her stance ready while she awaited her opponent. Just a little bit longer. Just a little bit longer.
"Thinks like this"