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 17, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
The last words that Henry gave Raven wasn't ignored, but she had nothing to say. It wasn't her that had to prove anything. He was the one that had to prove to himself that he was trying to control himself. Instead she was paying more attention to her mate. After all he was the one holding onto her hand and dragging her with him down the stairs and towards the docks. She was shorter than him, the woman could barely keep up with the man, without tripping over herself. As soon as he leapt off the dock and into the sand she couldn't help, but chortle with delight. She could actually feel the pull from the moon, already feeling her hair on the back of her neck stand on end. It was easy to feel her very bones start to shake, anticipating the moment she would shift. Though she wouldn't do it just yet. Blue-grey eyes slid towards Henry noticing the anxious and uncertain feeling written on his face. A sympathetic look was given to him. She understood, more than anyone else, the fear that came with shifting into a creature, not knowing if they would behave or turn into a despicable menace to all. She wanted to say something, to ease him, but the sudden shower of sand coming from her mate seemed to distract her and pull her attention to him. Without any effort she shifted, pouncing down on the sand, kicking it up as she ran after him. Determined to catch her mate.
Sand was never that easy to run on. Grey paws would dig into the sand, as she attempted to propel herself forward, going quickly as she could. As soon as she got close to him, the oddly colored lupine pounced, landing upon him as they tumbled to the ground. Standing atop him she nipped at him gently all over, from his chest, to neck, and then face. Playfully she would swing her head away from his, dodging his own teeth. As his teeth ensnared her muzzle her growl held a higher pitch, a playful sound, like a pup would make. She could feel his massive paws slide behind her shoulder and down her side, the lupine wiggling herself, attempting to loosen his grip. Ah, but she failed. Crashing into the sand, her limbs were tangled within his own, the lupine struggling to stand back up. It was the sound of bones cracking in the night, coming from their newest member that caused the she-wolf ear's to prick up. Blue-grey eyes looked around finding the familiar sight of their beloved Alpha standing their calmly as he watched his creation shift. Her tail swayed back and forth easily hoping that he was okay. Yet when she heard that low growl and his body shift into a threatening position, a soft whimper came from her. In the back of her mind she felt a buzzing throb, it was familiar to her. But the lupine didn't shift into her feral state, rather she remained as she was, allowing that side of her to at least see or feel the other. That warning come from her mate was something she thought would trigger Henry to do something worse. A broken feminine voice would gently enter into Henry's mind, speaking to the untamable cat, but her voice return back to normal.
Before Raven could even take a step towards him or provide him any encouragement, she was knocked to the ground. The buzzing in the back of her head stopped now that her mate had her full attention once more. Gently she nipped at him, her front paws moving, smacking his side lightheartedly. Wiggling underneath him she couldn't set herself free the pressure from his heavier frame kept her stuck. She would squirm as his paper sand like tongue began to wipe against her face. Up and down or diagonally it didn't matter, his tongue went everywhere! Over her forehead, over her eyes, against her muzzle, or underneath her chin, no matter where his tongue was there. Teasingly she spoke up to him.