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
Serafina had her own rough edges to smooth out, but Raven was quite sure that she would grow to at least like her mate...or at least tolerate him. Besides the quicker her companion learned that Serafina was hers then he would grow to accept that Serafina was a friend, and not an enemy. Better yet that would mean that there would always be another set of eyes upon the raven-haired woman. She would always be safe. They were territorial creatures after all and whoever, or whatever belonged to one would surely crossover to the other. They may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but that didn't mean there wasn't any room for the two of them to come together. Raven was quite confident that they would both get along for her sake. And if not, well, she would deal with that later on. Besides there were many individuals that did like him. Which was quite impressive in a way. She was glad that there were a few others that were capable of seeing the good that she saw, that understood even though he was different he was still special. Many times Raven was accustomed to seeing how others looked upon him when they were together. Their eyes held derision and repulsion wherever they went. Strangely enough it didn't bother her when she felt their accusing and judgmental eyes upon her when she was with him. For some reason it was as if he was her shield, and she was his shield in return. Being together it didn't matter what others thought, or what others did...for some reason it just didn't. With a shrug the she-wolf attempted to soothe whatever self-doubt or dislike with himself and his antics.
They had never walked into this store before. Which meant that they would not be kicked out. Although with the way the woman from behind the desk was coming at them, she was concerned that maybe they would be kicked out. After all word was quite easy to spread and surely everyone was warned about them. Apprehensive she took a step closer, and behind her mate, a bit uncertain of it all. Thankfully though their presence was actually wanted. His offer for them to have civilized photos was a wonderful surprise! Telling him what sort of photos he did have was told in a teasing gesture. But looking down at their clothing she deemed her own unacceptable. If this was going to be their rare chance of having a good photograph of each other, then she was not going to be the one looking terrible. Males could never comprehend the importance for females on how they are to be viewed. Gently her hands would travel up the plains of his chest, as her fingers gently pressed down on his collar for a moment as she murmured softly.
Her hand one go into his own as she politely informed the woman that she was going to get better clothes. Which, was to no surprise, the woman voiced her agreement that Raven ought to get better attire. The problem with getting another attire was exactly where they could actually go and get her some decent looking clothes. There were many shops within the mall that were off limits. They would eventually walk to the other side of the mall, stepping on top of the escalator, and standing beside him. Stepping off the moving steps she guided him to stand with her at the entrance of the store. There were dozens of clothes around and she would lead them in slowly as her own mind attempted to wrap around this difficult task, blue-grey eyes looking over his own attire, as her mind tried to figure out what was best she could do.