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
Henry had tried to accept this new lifestyle, although it was entirely overwhelming. He still wasn't sure he understood pack life or what his role would be now that he was part of one. It was a learning curve, something he would have to get to used to over time. He supposed the longer he was with the pack, the easier life would become. And since he was still unwilling to return to the apartment he shared with his lover, he tried to stick to this part of town.
Despite Tetradore offering a place of safety and sanctuary in the Ark, Henry wasn't sure he was quite ready to embrace pack life with open arms. He was still hesitant, still trying to hold onto what little humanity he had left. And so, he kept his hotel room on the south side of town. The room offered him a little bit of a retreat, a place to sit back and process everything that was happening around him...his pack...Malia...Sterling.
Sterling. Oh how he missed Sterling something awful. He wished he could take back what he had done, to heal the wounds he had caused. But what he had done was permanent. No doubt the boy would scar if he lived at all. There had been blood everywhere...surely he could not have survived such injuries. And yet, Henry still hung on to the smallest bit of hope that Sterling had survived. He probably should find out if Sterling was even alive. Unfortunately, Henry was not ready for the news if he had perished.
And Malia. He was finding it harder to resist her. She was flirty and innocent â€" something she didn't necessarily mean to be. However, Henry found it utterly erotic and he found himself wishing that he could tap her just once. But then, in the back of his mind, he knew that she was part of the other pack. While he didn't know much about the rival pack, he knew she smelled too much like other weres to be in his own pack. So shouldn't fraternizing with her be against the law in some respect? It definitely would be unethical. Fuck. Why was this so confusing?
He sat at the bar, drinking his third glass of crown royal whiskey. It wasn't his preferred brand, but it would work for tonight. Maybe the higher his blood alcohol level rose, the more clarity he would find. Out of his peripheral, he saw someone slide up to the bar beside him. Only when she spoke did he slowly turn to make eye contact with her. He huffed lightly at her words, finishing off his drink before ordering another. "Yeah....something like that." He paused a moment, before continuing. "Although, I could use a good lay tonight. Wouldn't be so bad to have one fall into my lap." He wasn't trying to pick her up, per say, just letting it be known that should someone just so happen to offer, he'd gladly take it.
However, when she asked if he was new around here, he chuckled. "Yeah...something like that." Déjà vu. Realizing he was being a complete dick and anti-social, he physically turned on the barstool to give her his complete attention. "Let's just say I've been in Sacrosanct quite a while...but new to this side of town." Before this shit with Sterling, he rarely left his own flat. He went to work and then he came home. He occasionally would go out on dates with Sterling, but sticking close to their flat. This side of town was completely new to him.