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 September 06, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
She must have done something wrong. That was all she could think of. Somehow somewhere during the day she must have done something to anger him. After all why else would he be acting this way? He had hardly spoken a word to her. Every time she attempted to pry information onto why he was acting this way she didn't get anything, but a shrug and a dark look. If he wasn't going to speak with her then she must have done something to anger or upset him. It did hurt when he wouldn't speak to her. Usually he was very good at opening up to her, whether he was upset with something so insignificant or silly, to something that truly concerned him. Whatever the reason for his sour attitude tonight, Raven was helpless from protecting anyone from his rage. Tonight she focused more on working with the staff and dealing with the patrons rather than sitting next to him to watch the fights below. Perhaps they needed space, and maybe Tetradore would handle him. Then green-eyed man was good when it came to keeping her mate in line. Everyone seemed to be a bit touchy. When a patron lost a bet they were more willing to argue and fight with her rather than hand her the money. Which caused the staff to argue in her defense and sometimes she'd step in and throw her own weight and pressure them to fork over their money to her. It wasn't something she was pleased to do or even considered repeating, but a loss was a loss and money needed to be collected. Luckily Tetradore had decided to close the Ark an hour earlier than usual, and she breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the last guest left.
Emotionally drained she was about to help clean up when Jackal came over and insisted she get some sleep. Something about needing to be close to the spotted leopard would do her some good or maybe them good, or honestly she couldn't recall his words because her feet lead her upstairs. As she entered their room she found her mate already in the hammock already settled in. Hurt she lowered her head heading towards the bathroom to change out of her clothes and get ready for bed. Usually her mate would wait for her and it would seem he didn't want to at all. Leaving the bathroom she hesitantly crawled into the hammock, getting up close to him. Gently she kissed the top of his forehead, blue-grey eyes sadly looking into his own dark eyes looking for any sign. If he wouldn't speak to her, maybe the other would, but there wasn't even a glimpse of gold. With a defeated sigh she curled up against him, her arms folded against her, missing his arms wrapping around her. It was difficult to fall asleep, but eventually she did. It was a troubled sleep. The woman tossed and turned for a while and eventually she would settle still, not knowing that her companion was tucking her in carefully with those blankets. While he was awake doing whatever he wished, the woman was suffering with those nightmares that resurfaced. Without her companion to hold on to, without feeling his warmth for support, she was left to fight those demons herself.
All those feelings of self-doubt and loss of self-worth resurfaced. The woman was caught stuck in a whirlwind of different terrible haunting events. From being locked away into a cage and tortured to seeing her mate leave her for Nadya, and listening to Tetradore's cruel words threaten her death if she ever came back to the West. Whatever she feared deep down it seemed it would gain life as she slept. She was not sleeping peacefully. The lupine tossed and turned, her words inaudible as she remained trapped. It was the loud sound of thunder that finally stirred her awake. Blue-grey eyes shot wide open as she looked up at the dark ceiling, watching as a faint light from the lightning briefly shone through their window. It was the sound of rain that seemed to so soothe her for a moment as she went still, those terrible images flashing before her as they faded away, waiting to strike within the darkest corners of her mind. Her head would turn to find that there was no sign of her mate. Raven knew the boy walked around usually she found him asleep somewhere random, leaving him a blanket to keep him warm, or down in the kitchens eating food, or even playing somewhere within the Ark. Turning over she pondered over where he could be until she noticed her mate sitting on their bed, messing around with the book she was not supposed to open. Knowing he didn't want her near the book she remained lying where she was, wondering just why he was over there. Did he not wish to sleep beside her? What did she do wrong? Unsure if he was willing to speak up today or not, she spoke up softly sorrow in her tone.