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
After all it was possible that he may not be interested in going and there would be a possible change. She was used to seeing him hold such an apathetic look, but it did hurt a tiny bit when his demeanor didn't match her own. So, she thought if she changed her own manner then perhaps it would be better. Spending time around Tetradore was rather difficult, even after being around him for so long. He was rather difficult to read, hard to react to, and simply an oddity. And that was truly saying something, especially since she spent most of her time with the temperamental leopard. That he would let her do whatever she wished to do was a pleasing, and troubling thing to hear. Of course he was taking her somewhere he thought she would enjoy, but it was his idea, not hers. That she could do whatever she wanted was, well, hard to accept. It wasn't that she didn't want to it was simply she didn't know how to digest it. She was used to doing things Tobias wanted or others asked of her. She hardly asked anyone to ever do what she wanted to do. Heading towards him she took his hand, nodding that she was indeed ready to go. With this only being the second time of traveling like this it was understandable that she felt a bit dizzy, her eyes closing as she tried to stabilize herself.
It was the unknown scents that filled her nose that caused her eyes to open up. It was all too much for her to handle, a sensory overload. Letting go of Tetradore's hand she eagerly took a step forward, breathing in the fresh air, noticing there was a clear difference in the air she breathed in the city. Blue-grey eyes looked over the beautiful landscape. It was easy to make out in the distance they were surrounded by snow-covered mountaintops. There was a vast amount of tall pine trees surrounding the area, the tall green grass filled with various types of flowers. A bright smile reappeared, as she inhaled the scent deeply again, catching all the different scents that belonged to the animals that called the Park home. Seeing the vast meadow she felt this painful desire to simply run. How easy it would be to tear her skin apart and allow her paws to smack the ground, the simple feeling of the wind pulling through her thick fur. She was built for endurance and speed and these wide open spaces were perfect for her to stretch her legs. Excitedly she spoke far too rapidly than usual.
Of course this wasn't the most appropriate places to change. Not when there were people about. Although they were steading in a meadow, it was the only edge of one. Because right behind them were were a string of people walking along the beaten path towards an open barren land where there was a large mound rising from it. It wouldn't do anyone very well if they witnessed two humans shifting into a wolf and panther, be a bit of a shock really. Sheepishly she looked over at her Alpha and then at the people as they all seemed to be headed in the same direction to the mound where nothing was happening. With a shrug of her shoulders she took his hand gently and tugged at him to follow, letting it go once they were walking in sync. After all there had to be a reason why they would all be gathering in the same place. It only dawned on her where they were all headed as soon as she saw the massive wooden sign with large white letters spelling out their destination feature. With a big grin she made a gesture towards their first Yellowstone attraction.
Was she a walking encyclopedia of the national park? Most likely, yes. As they got closer towards the geyser she noticed how crowded it was getting. Crowds were not something she enjoyed and she had seen Tetradore avoid them too at times. Wordlessly she moved away from the crowd sticking close to the far edges. Soon they would reach the watching spot, with everyone muttering or talking, while different park rangers shouted out the geyser would blow in just a few minutes. Crossing her arms she attempted to try a little bit of small talk while they waited.