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 knew that at some point, he would have to accept his feline half and learn to control it as best as he could. He listened to Raven's words and nodded his head softly, though he wasn't quite ready to admit that she was right. "Tet said something similar..." Even Tetradore had told him that if he embraced his were half, perhaps it would become easier to control. But accepting that part of himself was a hell of lot easier said than done. It was so hard for Henry to embrace his feline half when it had taken away Sterling...the only thing that meant anything to him.
Even if he didn't want to admit it himself, he was a little happy that Raven had heard his silent plea. She was able to try to show him that he had been lucky, that he had been accepted into part of their family, despite what had happened. He slowly drew his eyes to her. "It was an accident. I was trying to chase after a neighbor's dog that he was hunting. I got between him and the dog." The rest was rather clear. He pulled back the sleeve of his jacket to reveal the bite mark that had since healed. There still was two small puncture marks that were visible from the sharp canines. When she looked at the marks, he slowly pulled his sleeve back down. "I don't blame him for what happened....I only blame myself for not believing my boyfriend when he said I had changed." That night he had first shifted had been scary for Sterling. He didn't remember shifting nor did he remember what happened the entire night. He just remembered Sterling telling him that he had changed and he remembered not believing him.
Henry walked in relative silence with Raven, listening quietly as she pointed out the major areas of their territory. The verbiage was new and odd to him. But he was trying to learn as best he could. When she asked if he had any questions, he was silent a moment before speaking. "I honestly don't even know what to ask." All of this was so new to him. He wasn't sure what types of questions he should be asking. And then he remembered meeting Nadya. "Why doesn't he speak of Nadya?" He knew it probably wasn't his place, but he needed to know...he was curious about their alpha's sister.