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
The she-wolf was proud that her mate was aware of what she did for their pack. If she wouldn't care for everyone within their little family, then who would? It was something she was okay with doing. As the only female that was constantly around Raven felt like that was her role within the pack. After all, she knew what it was like to feel unwanted and uncared for by her own kind. It was a terrible feeling that left permanent invisible scars. No one should have ever felt that, ever. No one within their small family would ever go through that terrible experience, she would make sure of it. The role that each member within their pack played wasn't something that was ordered. Raven wanted to be a valuable member. She loved them all and she would do just about any for them. Whether they asked for her help or not. They did everything for her and so she felt like she needed to return the favor. That her spotted companion was adamant that she didn't need to give him anything was absurd! Why should he always have to be the one giving her something? Surely she was allowed to do something in return. Raven didn't want to be seen as a terrible mate that expected her other half to do everything for her, that he would constantly have to give with her not doing it. Why couldn't he see that he was constantly giving her everything she was deprived? He did so much for her that Raven felt the need to return. That shake of his head was enough for them to drop that argument...one day she'd help him see.
A small simper appeared when she admitted he would appreciate whatever gift she gave him. Satisfied she removed her arms around him, taking his hand instead as they left the Ark. Now she had to think about what to give him. He would like anything, but she wanted her gift to be meaningful. With his sane side out and about it gave her the opportunity to as questions. Their Alpha informed her that she could have the wedding of her dreams and he would pay for it. Raven was far too grateful, thankful, that he would want to pay for a ceremony. He wasn't related to them by blood, he had no need to pay for it, no responsibility for it. Yet the green-eyed man was their family, regardless of blood or not. If he wanted to pay for their wedding then she wouldn't stand in his way. However, she would make sure she wouldn't spend too much money. When she asked her mate his thoughts about a wedding, she was thinking perhaps he didn't have an idea either. From what she understood, something had happened to him when he was a child, and it affected his other side to come out, and stay. But he had claimed he wanted to marry her, the night they had their first and only argument. She didn't know much about his past, or anything at all really, but if he had the idea to marry her, surely that meant he had thought of a wedding before. She listened to him quietly as he spoke, looking up at him, a bit puzzled by his response.
That was the only thing she could think of. She was pleased to hear that he agreed to the suggestion that they have their ceremony in spring. Surely they could get everything ready in time? Raven wasn't quite sure just how he would offer her input when his other half was around. She wouldn't press him for an answer though. He did say he needed to think about it. As the rounded the corner towards the mall she eyed him carefully, unsure if he would hold the same distaste of the automatic doors, opening and closing. It had taken quite a bit of effort to assure the boy that the doors wouldn't hurt him. Raven remembered that this was the mall where he had grabbed and created a mountain of purses over him. Hopefully they wouldn't be shoed away, but maybe with her mate dressed properly, he would be unrecognizable. She would nod her head slowly in agreement to his idea of a small wedding.
There was no way she could see them having a large wedding. They kept to themselves. Also, they didn't need to have such a big wedding, not if Tetradore was spending his money on it. Although she helped their Alpha with his business, she was very cautious when she was around his business clients. Some of them seemed nice, and some of them seemed extremely questionable. The question on whether or not they would do it in a church just didn't seem right. They never went to church on Sunday's. They hardly ever spoke or talked about God to begin with. Her view on God was...well...if a Pastor talked to her they wouldn't like what she had to say. She was angry. Why would a God let her suffer the way she did? Shouldn't he have done something, anything. With a shrug she looked up at her mate giving him a polite grin.
Just because they didn't go to church or follow a particular faith, didn't mean she would deprive something like that from her mate. She wouldn't be responsible for damming his soul. Dorian was the King of Italy. Surely he would be able to recommend some sort of pastor figure for them. Was she being a bit stereotypical of judging him a Catholic? Yes, but she was quite sure she was right. Keeping her hand in his own she allowed him to lead her to wherever he wished for them to go, quite curious as to what he wanted to give her.