West
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.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
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.
What You'll Find Here
Cull & Pistol
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
Noah's Ark
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
Syn
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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on August 28, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
The loud noises of the crowd seemed to fade away as she remained held down by his strong arms, the woman leaning into him, believing that he was keeping them all back. She didn't want to be near them. Didn't want anything to do with them. They had to go away, but there were far too many of them. They were circling her waiting, the bar being the only physical barrier. Whisking her away from the irritated patrons of the Ark she remained standing within his arms, breathing heavily as she attempted to catch her breath, her nerves in shock. For a moment she struggled a bit to move, to see if she could get loose, finding he was too strong for her. As he laid his head atop her own she went still. Taking a deep breath she inhaled his scent, it was familiar, it was strong, and it left her thinking she was safe. It was quieter up here. No longer was she being assaulted by such loud noise or being surrounded by those eyes that held fury in them. Her hands would relax and let go of his wrists as she leaned more into him finding his still and calm presence comforting, even though the inside of her head was buzzing and throbbing. The very idea he accused her of lying was enough to cause her to be upset once more. Feeling his hold on her loosen, she turned around looking up at him, declaring she would never do such a thing. No, never never. Seeing his lip quirk upwards allowed the woman to give him a shy smile, pleased to hear him agree with her.
As she went on to explain to him why she acted as she did, her eyes looked upwards hoping that he understood what she was trying to explain. Yet she couldn't withstand the pain she was feeling any longer. Raven never touched nor sat in their Alpha's throne. She never sat in Tobias' throne either. Most of the time she was down on lower levels helping Jackal out with the bets so there was no need for her to have a spot. If they were still watching the fights and she came up to join them she would sit on the floor, watching quietly, letting the two of them talk hardly wishing to interrupt. Clutching her head from the pain she felt, a soft whimper was let out, unsure why she was feeling this much pain. Being told she had to remain sitting where she was an order she had no intention of breaking. After all she had no reason to stand, not when she felt her head aching. The sound of the lanky leopard tearing through their bedroom caused her to cringe, flinching as she heard each loud sound. Eyes closed she let out a soft whine, muttering quickly underneath her breath, her hands still clutching the side of her head, hoping it would all stop. It was when she felt various objects falling into her lap did her eyes open up, looking upwards she noticed that grin on his face, his chest puffing proudly in display. Hesitantly she touched the objects sniffing the soap and then setting it down. Grabbing the hot water bottle she held it to her forehead not finding relief. Indistinguishable words began to tumble out as panic began to set in again.
She was not fixed. Blue-grey eyes held a wild look in them as the fear she had seemed to only deepen. As he reached for the box of band aids the woman went back to clutching her head, this bringing temporally relief. As he placed the band aid on her forehead she went still. Nothing had changed. Frustrated all the items Tobias had brought her began to levitate as they flew across the room and into the crowd. Jumping out of the chair the woman began to run, but this time on all fours, her palms smacking into floor. Though she would skid to a stop when she saw Jackal teleport a few feet away. He was saying something in Spanish, yelling about something. What he was saying she didn't know, but she was frightened. Standing back on two legs she ran away from him, back towards Tobias, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her again, believing this was how she would be protected. Her words were jumbled as her words remained broken.