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 22, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
One would think that the amount of jagged scars that zig-zagged across her body she was a creature that enjoyed fighting. She didn't like participating in fights, not unless they were necessary. Which was odd, especially for the fact she lived within an Ark where every night different Weres came together to fight. Countless of times she observed the fights within the ring, some good, some terrible, and some downright entertaining. Who wouldn't want to see a snake get its tail kicked but a rabbit! Her own mate was the top were-creature in the ring, always undefeated, and always up for the challenge just simply for the thrill of it. She had joined him once, unwillingly, and she could hold her own. Instead of participating in the ring she decided to participate in dealing and handing out the money, helping out on the business side of the fighting ring. Everyone had a reason why they wanted to fight. Here and now Raven was in her own inner turmoil, dealing with the visiting witch, while suppressing her instinctual needs to fight the trespasser. The witch wasn't a threat, for now, but Raven wasn't afraid to react if necessarily with her teeth and claws. Gently she pressed her voice into the young woman's mind, her voice still friendly.
As a predator it was natural for her to feel threatened with the knife that remained on the witch's person. She didn't like the fact that her hand remained hovering over the weapon, even though she knows she hasn't done anything that would make the use of the knife necessary. It was making her uneasy, but she would not show the turmoil she was feeling on the outside. The wolf remained still, keeping her position non-threatening, as best as she possibly could. The wolf had every right to attack the stranger that was trespassing on their grounds, but the human side of her understood it wasn't her fault and that there was no reason. If the witch was here all alone then perhaps she could stay for a while. However, Raven wasn't one that wanted to see others suffer or be alone. She wanted to be the one to extend a friendly hand or paw to someone that needed some help, like no one did when she was younger. How her life would be if someone stood up and helped her when she was much younger, suffering in a terrible environment.