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
In no way shape or form was he lupine trying to kick him down any farther. Rather she was giving him the cold hard truth, because it sounded like he could use a dose of it right now. Blue-grey eyes locked on to him for a moment. There was a hint of kindness in them, those eyes holding a silent plea for him, for both of them to at least try and heed her words. He was young. He didn't know any better. There was a young cat within him that did not go through the understanding and training that came with it when one is capable of shifting. They would, as a whole, help him, but they could only do so much. They could provide him all the necessary things he needed, leaving him a trail to follow, providing him as much aide. However, they could only do so much for him. The first few steps would have to be his own, and even if they walked beside him, he would have to be the one to put in all the work to fix himself. Hearing his whispered wish did not offend her at all. She could yell at him, but it wouldn't do him any good. Instead she released a very soft sigh shaking her head. A sympathetic tone could be heard as she sighed softly, pulling some of her golden-brown curls out from her mauled face.
For all that she knew of Tetradore, which was very small, there was one thing she did know â€" he wouldn't have bitten Henry on purpose. He was far too responsible, far too careful with himself. As an Alpha there were too many things on his plate, he had a business to run, an Ark to keep in order, and a Pack to take care of...he didn't need another thing to go wrong. Henry belonged to Tetradore, and by that ownership, Henry belonged to be beside them. For the small trio their little family held a great deal of value to them. Raven always wanted a family and she was proud to belong in this one. She was quite happy and she hoped that one day the newly created Panther would see that it was all not that bad. Life would not be bad as their kind. Walking down the plank towards the docks, she stuffed her hand in the pockets of her hoodie. That smile on his face was not what she was expecting, so her dial titled to the side curious. Innocently she spoke up, thinking perhaps this was why he was showing gratitude.
As they walked side by side Raven would point out the things that he needed to know. Like the docks were the area where everyone did trading during the day or night, humans dealing with humans, and humans unknowingly doing deals with the supernatural creatures that lurked within the seedy part of town. Human squabble was beneath them, but should supernatural creatures come to bring harm to them or the benefit of the pack, they needed to be dealt swiftly. Of course there was a comfortable silence between the two for a while, Raven casually bumping her shoulder into the side of a building. As they walked down the cobbled street of closed shops, she turned her dial over towards him, giving the man a chance to join in on a conversation with her.