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 seemed to find great displeasure from finding Frost's scent on her and she was curious to know why. Frost had never mentioned him so was it a one way hatred or did Frost just hide it better? He was already part robot in her mind anyway when it came to showing emotion. He told her that he knew Frost's scent very well but he let his voice trail off as if there was more to it. She scowled, her brows furrowing. "You're not much of a story teller, are you?" Then he made it weirder, suddenly asking to rub against her to piss Frost off. She wasn't afraid of Frost or anything. If anything, she was quite sure he won their challenge only by cheating and she could take him in close quarters. She couldn't help but laugh at the childish light in his eyes at the idea though. It reminded her of something she would do. In fact, she'd done the same thing quite a lot in her coyote pack. She knew the other females wanted to be Caesar's mate so she would rub her scent on him just to watch them scowl when he got close. It was quite fun. Who was she to turn down seeing that same look on Frost's face? She shrugged. "Alright, Romeo. There are less creepy ways to say that but sure, you can 'rub up against me.'" She used her fingers as quotations when she said, it, snickering again. People were definitely staring now but she didn't care. They probably thought they were having a highly inappropriate conversation but it's not like they were in a classy restaurant or something. It was a bar, for goodness sake. His sarcasm wasn't lost on her when she asked if he was an alpha. She scowled and crossed her arms, brows furrowing. "Well it's not like I can smell these things yet. You don't have to be all snarky about it." She even stuck her tongue out at him, unable to help her childish thoughts. When she asked about them fighting for territory, he said no but she didn't miss the thoughtful way he said it or the distant look in his eyes after. Huh, maybe she hit a nerve or something. She tilted her head, listening as he said that she'd have to ask him but her brow rose on those last two words. Sister? Now this was just getting juicy. She leaned forward again, putting her elbows on the table. "Oh, so the panther thinks the horse is sexy? Interesting....she is a panther right? Like you? Can siblings be a different species of Were?" She scowled and leaned back in the chair. She still had so many questions. She almost felt bad about bringing it up though. He must not like the idea of Frost being with his sister. Talk about the brother in law he'll never get along with. He seemed to read her confusion when he said the alcohol was stronger, teling her that he meant more intense. She wrinkled her nose. "You mean more nasty. That stuff's poison." He only seemed amused when she talked about the assholes. Seems she wouldn't be getting much help from him on that front. Guess she'd just have to go hunting them with Frost. She scratched her healed leg. "I can tell you their arrows hurt like hell." She remarked dryly. He chuckled when she picked up the glass. Apparently she was quite entertaining when she tried. As she set it back down, she asked about what he'd been up to and she was pleasantly surprised that he said he only did those with her. When he mentioned hunting buffalo though, she leaned forward again, her eyes widening. "Without me? Rude." She crossed her arms and pouted, leaning back in the chair. "Now I've gotta find something to take out without your help, just to get you back." Despite her serious tone, she couldn't help but smirk a little, her eyes gleaming with mischief. |