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
if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Okay so like, maybe the giant floating boat hadn't quite been her best experience ever with her own population but she had met Alexis deep within that boaty boat. She hadn't actually seen the girl since her attempt to introduce her to what a birthday party was and after her recent reveal to Arlo that tada, she was a human...well, it had certainly got Abigail thinking. She should probably check up on Alexis. After all, she was her best friend number two and you couldn't be friends if you didn't try to keep in touch right? Alexis was probably super busy with all of her pack stuff and her working and stuff. In fact, Abigail hardly faulted the woman at all, even as she stepped out onto those western docks with a hint of nervousness. This time she would not talk to the big scary man that had brought her here the first time. Alexis had told her that he wasn't her friend and...well....she didn't think he was either. Not that he was bad but...they just wanted different things, right? Even so, she gave the man at the door her best tentative smile, even if the petite woman had never really mastered that 'just act like you belong there' look. In fact, she was pretty sure she stuck out like a sore thumb but they seemed to let her in anyways. It was probably that whole were thing.
The large room she found herself in was fairly...empty, unlike that first night she visited. Maybe it was because it was daytime? Maybe they were all nocturnal. She was nocturnal. Well....she wanted to be nocturnal but school kinda made her not be. For a moment the girl paused at the other side of that door, rocking back and forth on her heels in consideration. She certainly didn't see Alexis and the two had really only met by chance on the ship's deck. Frankly, Abigail wasn't even sure she could get lost enough to get back there even if she wanted to. Maybe she should just ask. Yeah! This seemed like a good idea. The girl quite purposefully picked the least scariest looking person out of the whole room, near bounding towards that table only to pause on the tip of her toes at the edge of it. "Um....excuse me?" She inquired, making every effort to be the epitome of polite. She even had a warm smile on her face! See! She was nice! "Do you know an Alexis? I think she lives here and.....oooo....what's that?" She pointed at that cheeseburger that Minn had halfway in her mouth, the woman entirely baffled by that delicacy. There was no such thing as cheeseburgers in that little village she'd come from. What...was it? What did it taste like? What were those sticky thingies that came with it? They looked so squishy. She wanted to squish it....but no - it was bad to put your hands in other people's food. It was better to just wait....right?
Abigail Hughes a were red panda