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
It had been quite a while since she last saw the raven-haired woman. After she and Azrael helped rescue the witch from the Fae and his thugs, both agreed the woman needed protection. While the Dark Hunter worked on configuring the house with better security measures, Raven ensured that Serafina's shop be added to her watch. They may not be able to walk with her every waking second, but they could at least provide the woman some sort of security. It had taken a bit of effort and work to get her spotted companion on board, but eventually he too would keep an eye on the witch, without her knowing. Raven wanted the witch to be the very first person, outside her pack, to know about her engagement. As soon as she was finished she headed over to the kitchens to create and pack up a lunch to take. Even though the lupine wanted to tell the witch the good news, she at least wanted to do something kind, and maybe try to come up with a clever way to surprise her!
It had been raining all week, and the forecast promised for some more. Luckily for her the rain had stopped falling giving her the chance to head on out. With her basket full of food the lupine hurried down the dark alleyways heading towards the familiar warehouse. As soon as she made it to the shop she took a minute to steady her breath and steel her nerves. She wasn't supposed to appear all excited and giddy if she was going to pull this surprise off...although she still had no idea how she was going to do it. Keeping her left hand at her side, the sleeve from her bulky jacket, covering her hand completely, she entered the warehouse searching for the witch she was bound to. Heading towards the register she was puzzled to not see the witch their first. So, she decided to wander around the aisle and still not finding a trace of her. She knew the witch was here, she could smell her, she just had no idea where she was until she made her way to the far back of the building. There she found the woman doing, well, something with potions. Softly she spoke not wanting to spook the woman, as she lifted her basket of food up for her to see.