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
The black cat stalked forward, giving a warning growl just as soon as his alpha brushed up on his shoulder. The cat did not like the extra company and it was searching for something. The feralness of the cat was strange and Henry was finding that he could not fight it. It was just too strong. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times Tetradore whispered his name, he was unable to answer again.
The feline jumped up along some crates, climbing his way onto an overhanging pipe. His feline body traveled along the pipe towards the center of the room. Tail twitched to offer himself balance before he slowly lowered himself to the base of the pipe. Once he was settled, his eyes scanned the floor just below him.
And again, he heard Tetradore asking for his attention. The cat flicked his ears listening to the other as he moved around the room. Henry wanted to desperately to be able to control himself, to allow the instincts to fade away. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. He couldn't bare to see Sterling in as bad a shape as he was just earlier that morning.
Hearing a startling noise, the cat immediately leapt to his feet, his eyes scanning towards the door to the outside of the warehouse. Immediately his body leapt from the pipe, landing on all fours on the floor. He moved swiftly towards the door, only to find that it was shut. He began frantically looking for a way out. There was a potential meal outside and he could smell it. He needed to get out of this room...he had to.