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
Of course with the way she looked it may seem to others she was a fighter. Sadly though she was far from it. Fighting within the ring wasn't one of those things she liked to do, but even she knew the importance behind the ring. Luckily she never had to go in the ring by herself. Tobias was always willing to join her, to be her partner. Their trust within each other continued to deepen, the two moving as one, anticipating and knowing what the other would do. Tonight though the two boys were not interested in fighting. Her eyes would briefly go upwards to the top floor seeing the two familiar figures sitting within their thrones watching everything below. Grabbing her glass she took a sip, her head shaking in disagreement.
She had never gone through something like this before. Being something she wasn't. It was a bit difficult for her to empathize with him, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try to help. There may be something she could help him with, but what? He belonged to Tetradore and although it was his job to help his creation, it was the pack's job to assist. Having a weakness within their group was something that could not stay. If word got out just how inexperienced Henry was, or who he belonged to, then it was possible he could be used in a way that would bring her Alpha or pack members harm. This was something that could not happen. Raven knew Frost had a vector, but she wasn't willing to hunt the horse down and harm her for all that Frost did to them. She didn't even tell her Alpha about his possible weakness, perhaps it was because she felt like she needed to offer him payback for helping her escape the clutches of that murderous Dark Hunter and her Father. Sadly, if Frost knew about Henry she doubted the man would be that honorable and leave the new panther alone. She was nearly done with her glass as one eyebrow rose slightly seeing the man go for another glass. Easily she responded to his question with a small grin.
Raven was quite happy to participate in Tetradore's business. The curly-haired woman was eager to prove her worth within the pack. She was a nothing and a nobody in the pack she was born and raised in. She had no experience in running anything business related, but she read her books and learned through practice and they have been quite successful. With a soft sigh she set her empty glass down as she stood up, looking down upon Henry with a sympathetic look. Gently she attempted to encourage the man to leave the bar and follow her, wanting to help the man at least in some way.