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
For now though she did not have a solution. With the bison now the victor she helped pass around the money to those that won their bet. Needing a break she headed over to the bar where the bartender had already saw her approach, setting down a tumbler of whiskey in front of her. Happily she took the glass and took a sip, enjoying the feeling of the alcohol burning down her throat. Sitting down she made polite casual conversation with the other patrons until she heard a familiar loud and low purr. Turning around a small smile appeared as she saw her mate approach her, leaping onto the bar top. As he smacked his head into her own, she rubbed her hand over where it hurt, shaking her head as gently stroked underneath his chin, her nose rubbing right between the middle of his forehead murmuring softly a hello. As he began to settle himself on his back, she looked over to the bartender tilting her head slightly, a silent plea for her to give the patrons a free drink, since Tobi broke their glasses. A small giggle rang out when she felt his paw swat at her hand and obediently she was about to pet his chest when suddenly a hand that was unfamiliar was placed on his chest. Blue-grey eyes widen in fear and shock, that someone was stupid enough to touch her mate in such a vulnerable state. Everyone knew that felines did not like their stomachs being touched so it was no surprise that Tobias immediately caught the foreign hand and began to dig his teeth and claws into the arm and hand. Whether the man was drunk or sober, it didn't matter, right now they did not need Tobi to sever his limb. Her voice was firm, but gentle, as she raised it slightly to be heard over the screaming of the patrons in terror, and the man shouting in pain, urging him to let go.
Gently her hand stroked behind his ear, hoping her gentle touch was enough to distract him. However, she felt something rough slam into her, eyes widening as an unknown female came to grab a pail of water on the bar top. Shouting at the woman to stop she used her telekinesis to knock the pail of water out of her grasp, to keep the water from falling upon her mate, knowing his great hatred of the liquid. Thankfully Tobias finally let go of the man's arm. As he and his girlfriend began to yell at them, her attention returned to her mate. As he spat out a hiss at the offending Weres she gently stroked the side of his face, hoping to get his attention back to her. As the man balled his hands in a fist, Raven noticeably flinched as she turned around, her body going rigid. The feeling of Tobias tail around her arm wasn't enough to reassure her that all was well. This was bad and it was only going to get worse. This whole scene was enough to cause the Ark to fall into an eerie silence. No one had dared raise a threat to Tobias, or herself. In fact Raven knew her reputation within the Ark was good, all saw her as something kind, at least kinder than her Alpha and her mate. Raven hated attention. She did not like how in the silence all eyes were upon them, she could feel them, and she hated it. In no way did she wish to fight in the ring, but she knew that she was at a crossroads. She couldn't deny the fight, because that would show weakness, but at the same time he was the one that had done the wrong, not Tobias. Everyone knew it. Her shoulders would roll back slightly as she raised her head slightly, mustering up any confidence she had left. They were in the right to deny the fight...they weren't the one that had done anything wrong. So, she would give him out...a threat, but an out. Blue-grey eyes looked firmly into the eyes of the male. Her voice still held a polite sound, but it held such a very grave firm tone...and one could practically hear the crack of electricity in the room, the woman revealing a hidden side of herself that was eerie enough to make anyone wonder...was it possible for the saint to fall from her pedestal?