West
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.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
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.
What You'll Find Here
Cull & Pistol
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
Noah's Ark
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
Syn
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
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Posted on June 03, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
Even as a feral creature she still had the simplest of needs that needed to be met. It was important that she felt safe. Standing within a warehouse surrounded by Dark Hunters that had fallen was good, but it was not perfect. Other dangers lurked by. Home. The large ship. That was where she needed to go, but not without the pup. Motherly instincts were kicking. This was no place for herself or the pup. Blue-grey eyes drifted back and forth as she looked at the injured or dead bodies that surrounded them. Turning around she paced her focus on the young boy, lowering herself down, so that he might have a chance to climb up along her back. Once she felt the boy go still, thinking he was fine, she took off into the shadows that were barely touched by the moonlight. It was easy to run through the alleyways the creature knowing where she was going, ignoring the ill folks that lurked within. Some were innocent, and some were dangerous that it was best you simply ignore them and let them be. The West was no place for the weary and the weak. This side of town was not safe for a boy be he human or otherwise.
Eventually the gigantic lupine would reach the familiar sight. There were many ships and boats of various shape and size connected to the docks. Some held standard cargo of trade while others held unique items that were not meant to be seen by just anybody. There was one particular old cargo ship farther on the right, deeper within the shadows that looked abandoned, but hidden within the shadows was a long line of Weres waiting to enter. A soft bark was given to alert her mate wanting him to come, wanting him to see. After all it wasn't like she was allowed to waltz in with some complete stranger. Not where there were others. She hardly trusted her species to see the boy was not a threat. However, she did trust her mate. She would stand there waiting, both grey-trimmed ears pricked forward, listening and waiting. Eventually a tall man would emerge with black ears sitting atop his ebony hair, and a long spotted tail held within his clawed hands. Her tail would quickly sway side to side as her dial lowered to connect with his side, the wolf acting 'cattish' as she rubbed it against him, eager to be close, eager to be touched. The growl from him was ignored as she happily licked him, the boy knowing quite well that his mate simply wasn't herself. After all she would speaking by now.
Lifting her dial upwards it would tilt to the side Tobias spoke, the girl looking dumbly at him. Words. She did not like words and yet she knew not to attack him. As the boy leapt upon her back her dial quickly turned releasing a soft whimper, beseeching her mate not to bring the fae child any harm. Her eyes watching both their movements for any sign that one would attack the other, she simply would not tolerate that and would put a stop to it immediately. Seeing nothing going on the wolf began to move away from the Ark, heading towards the opposite direction of the Ark, way until they got to the very end. Looking below the dock she leapt down and into the sand, heading towards the beach with both of the boys on her back, the wolf glancing every now and then behind her, to ensure both were okay.