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
He could hear Raven's words, but he could not respond. He was trying to take hold of his body, to fight off the feralness that threatened to come forward. He was trying...trying harder than Raven might think. But this feline was stronger than he could have ever imagined. This feline knew his weaknesses, it knew how to fight off Henry's own consciousness. It was aggravating. It continued to growl and snarl, wanting only to pick a fight and show off its dominance. Henry would win this battle.
It was then that Tetradore was standing in front him, his head butting his own. He felt the grasp of the feline fall quickly under Tetradore's spell, the feline relaxing and his growling ceasing. Henry slowly was able to overcome the beast.
His posture finally relaxed and he felt himself take control. "I'm here..." His words were spoken softly into Tetradore's head, letting him know that he was in control now. It was easier this time to overcome the beast. It was slowly getting easier. Maybe one day, he would be able to shift without the help of his maker.
Pulling away from Tetradore once he released his control on him, he began to run through the sand towards the other two. He might not feel completely comfortable in his feline body (and he sure as hell looked funny trying to run in the sand), but he was getting better with time.
He ran past the pair of them, coming to stand on the hard sand just out of reach of the waves that slapped against the sand. Claws extended into the sand, his eyes looking down at the ground. He heaved a heavy sigh as he rose his head to look out over the water in silent reflection.