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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Were gonna shine like neon lights The small she-wolf had been running for what felt like forever the pads on her paws her now raw and bloody as she pushed harder urging her body to move faster feeling the eyes of the six or seven male wolfs hot on her trail. Octavia couldn't understand what she had done that had angered them so much that they would now be after her blood. Her small white frame had darted out of the tree's and into the streets of some town, quickly looking around she spotted a dark alley way by a large creepy looking building. Thinking quickly and hoping to god she could escape the male wolfs she darted into the alleyway hoping it opened into another street. Boy was she wrong. Snarling loudly facing the dead end only to spin around watching the male wolfs run out of the forest only to spot her and slowly make there way over there fangs bared and there hackles pin straight. She let out a warning growl trying to seem strong but she knew she couldn't take on all the wolfs here, they were much to big for her but she would sure as hell take a few down. Being lost in her thoughts Octavia hadn't noticed the large black wolf throw himself at her causing them both to fall to the ground the male aiming to bite her throat out. This caused the white wolf to roll herself her jaws coming down on his thoart and with one forceful pull she ripped his thoart clean from his body causing the male to drop to the ground dead. This caused the other wolfs to attack her at once, it was a large mess of claws and teeth. The girl would be lucky to get out alive, she could feel the claws digging into her fur ripping threw it and causing her to bleed. Whining from the pain she tried to push back only to feel teeth come down on her neck and forcefully push her down causing her to cry out in pain. " Speech " Octavia Blake Stats goes here.... We got our backs against the ocean, It's just us against the world. |