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
Everything seemed okay. There was no tension in the air that she could feel. Her aberrant mate seemed quite content sitting upon the medical bed, and with Mira all patched up, there was no need for either creature to be so defensive. Mira's question seemed to destroy that serene moment. The sharp hiss that spattered out from him was enough to cause the abused woman to try and defuse the situation. What may have seemed like an innocent prying question was anything but. Walking calmly do his side, she held his hand firmly, but gently, blue-grey eyes focusing on him, and him alone. She was aware that it was difficult for him to talk, let a long string the correct words with one another to come out with the message he was trying to convey. It was something she had to do every day, to translate what he was saying in order to achieve the similar outcome. Even when he spoke and stuttered, malfunctioning and then correcting it. She did not correct him. Rather her stilled presence remained simply a steady force of comfort. It was not her place to correct him, like any male his pride and ego were quite overwhelming, and she knew how to deal with such touchy things.
As he was finished her eyes briefly looked over towards Mira, aware that she may seem a bit confused after what Tobias said. And so Raven filled in the missing pieces so that Mira would fully understand. She asked about the ruthless stallion that had done nothing more than bring them grief, pain, and anguish. There was nothing nice she had to say about him. There was no reason she should. One would assume she would be a creature that would forgive, and yet she couldn't hold herself to do it. There was a rumor that perhaps the two packs would be at peace now that Nadya was in between his sheets, and yet to her, there would never be peace. He was a mad creature that needed to be brought down, and the world would be better with him not living in it. The reserved and kind woman had nothing but absolute sheer hate in her heart for him, hoping one day he would feel the pain he had perpetrated upon her and imposed upon them. If her words didn't hold enough venom to influence Mira to understand the dangers of the stallion then perhaps she would bow down to it by vision. But when Mira voice aloud that Frost did not deserve love, the woman went quiet, struggling a bit. It was painful to admit, and her voice held such a weak tone.
Nadya had chosen Frost over them, and it was an unforgivable act. Although she hated Frost to her very core, there were just some things that all deserved, even if she believed it was unfair and wrong. After all if her pack was alive today surely they would think and feel the same way she did for him. If only Mira knew how many times Raven questioned just how it was possible for Tetradore to die and then come back. When he first came back, months after being gone, but never forgotten, she was wary of him. Tobias greeted him as if he were only gone for a day, the Leopard loyal to a fault. Yet she was concerned that this all could be a ruse, a nasty trick, a way for someone to take hold of their small misfit band. It would have torn her to shreds to see her mate broken completely again if this man that looked and acted like Tetradore was nothing more than a charlatan. It had taken quite some time for Raven to stop questioning him silently or watching him with such a careful eye. The green-eyed man was indeed their lost and beloved Alpha. But who could blame Raven for questioning it in the first place. After all Death was indeed permanent and it would seem Tetradore found a way to make it not so for himself. Tobias explanation as to how it was possible was met with a silent nod from the lupine, as she smiled at her mate, one hand moving up to push his long dark hair out of his eyes.
Now that Mira was patched up and Tobias seemed calm after that question was uttered, she returned to focus on her own wound. Tobi's reminder of the gift the little Mexican man had was enough to have Raven not try to heal her wound, but focused more on trying to clean it. A wide grin appeared on her marred face when Mira innocently inquired if Tobias was harmed by Frost. Physically Tobias never suffered under his callous actions. Emotionally and mentally though, he was affected by Frost. From the night she returned to the Ark frozen and completely broken, to Tetradore's demise, it had fractured the man, but not completely break him. It was beyond his understanding if Raven admitted he was harmed, and yet she would not voice on it. Instead she chuckled softly, allowing the boy's ego and assurance to be his only answer. That Mira had met Tetradore was something that she didn't feel necessary to press upon and ask. The man was aloof and private. If he felt it was necessary for him to relay who he met in his life he would say it, that he didn't mention anything about Mira was not surprising or bothering.
Feeling his lips press against her cheek, she eagerly place her own lips on his cheek, her own flushing slightly from embarrassment. Public display was something the two did not do often, but she had noticed that for the past few months Tobias seemed more open to kissing her in front of others, to show actions that most would believe he was incapable of showing. That he has decided to leave and go to Tetradore was met with a firm nod, as she began to clean up the supplies. Mira's interest in helping her was a kind gesture, and yet she was adamant that she did not need her help. The question about Tetradore however, was met with a puzzled expression.