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
He had watched the ambulance take his boyfriend to the hospital, wanting desperately to go with him. He wanted to be there when Sterling woke up from the surgery he was bound to receive. He wanted to hold his hand and tell him that it would be alright. But deep down, Henry knew it would never be the same. He knew what he needed to do in order to prevent future harm to his boyfriend. He had to learn how to control himself when he shifted â€" he had to. There was no other way.
As he was loaded and taken to the hospital, Henry sat down in the room and wrote his boyfriend a letter explaining where he was going and that he would return...he just wasn't sure when. He needed to control himself and when he had mastered that, then he would return. He had it mailed to the hospital, but something happened and the letter was never delivered. Henry had no way of knowing this...not until he finally came home to a heap of mess that was his boyfriend.
As he walked down the warehouse district, Henry looked for any signs of activity. He didn't know the man's name nor did he really know where to find him. By this point, he was just wandering. In his head, he kept calling out to him...more out of annoyance than anything. He didn't think there was any mind-powers or anything, but hell...he needed to figure out a way to find this guy. He didn't even remember his name. Several people had stopped and asked him who he was looking for â€" but none of which could help him if he didn't have a name.
Sighing in defeat, he sat down on a crate. This had been a mistake. He should be with his boyfriend.