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
years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.
There was a hint of frustration that so enveloped the man as he was offered a growl of warning from the panther, the man so answered that sound that left his own jaws. That feline was far too wild even for Tetradore's own likes, the man simply watching with that intense stare as his own vector lept further up those crates, crouching on some overhang with his tail flicking. His own mind pressed heavier against Henry's, attempting to call the man to the surface as he shifted beneath the cat, lifting his own physique upon those nearby crates. This was not how he intended for this to go. Then again, if this was what Henry's friend had faced, he was hardly surprised the man had ended up in the hospital. It was a sound outside the warehouse that drew his attention quite abruptly, the sound so stirring a grumble in his throat, much less that scraping of claws as Henry himself leapt from that high position. This was his chance - the one he had so been looking for.
He bounded down from that metal box, so quickly closing the distance between himself and that panther that so scrambled for escape, it was in those moments he so called to his affinity, those emerald eyes near glowing as the man maneuvered around that creature, nearly headbutting the man in order to force Henry's gaze to land upon his own. In truth, he rarely used that ability to so hypnotize others and yet, this time, he was assured that maybe this was exactly what he needed. A soft purr so reverberated within the back of his throat as he tried to push that feeling of calmth onto the man, utilizing that eye contact to near force the man susceptible to his suggestions. It was only once he'd pushed some resemblance of tranquility within the creature that he found himself reaching out for Henry, entirely determined to drag him to the surface in order to get that cat under control. It was either that or force the man to shift back and yet, he hardly wished to give up on his vector - not yet.
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