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
Being knocked into the ground and forced to be squashed by his own weight was not fun, not fun at all. A playful growl stirred within her throat as her grey paws continued to smack against his face, or neck, shoulder or side. The peculiar colored lupine was determined to antagonize him just as much as he was antagonizing her. His weight was starting to crush her with the way his body was sprawled atop of hers. Sometimes being the smaller member of the pack was no fun. It was that sand-paper like tongue that really bothered her. Being groomed in a gentle manner was something she could tolerate. Yet he wasn't being gentle at all. His rough tongue just brushed against her face, over and over again, feeling smothered by that one particular organ alone. As soon as he lifted himself off her he inhaled deeply, thankful to catch her breath, but all that air exhaled sharply when he sat upon her. With a groan she pressed her front paws forward, attempting to bother him to simply get off. And yet he did no such thing. All men had such big egos and pride. Tobias, like any feline, was always concerned about their fur and appearance. Telling him he was fat may just cause him to get off her, and overlook himself. Only then could she get herself out from underneath him. As soon as his eyes were off her and onto his side, the lupine attempted to get out from under him, but she failed miserably. His proclamation that he was not fat and falling on top of her made her sigh in acceptance of defeat.
They were quite an affectionate couple when they were running around in their animal skins. The bond that they shared together was much stronger in this form, the desire to be close only increased. Her attention on her spotted mate was ruined by the sight of Henry running awkwardly through the sand. Sand was rather a difficult to run in, but his gawky looking run appeared more like he wasn't used to his own limbs. Hearing that hissing sound from his throat made Raven aware that he was laughing about Henry's movement. His laughing wasn't going to help Henry with his confidence. Annoyed she lifted her dial to tug gently at his ear, like a Mother would to chastise their child, as she gave him a pointed look. Bumping his head into her own was answered by a quick nuzzle. As soon as he leapt off her and ran off after Henry she rolled over back to her paws, shaking the sand from her dark fur. Walking over towards the duo she could feel a familiar buzzing starting to thrum in the back of her head. Blue-grey eyes widened as she stopped mid-step. Why was it wanting to come out. That wouldn't be good. What if she harmed them? What if it triggered Henry to go back? They could accidentally harm Tetradore and Tobias, or they could harm each other. Shaking her head, with her eyes closed, she focused on trying to keep the other from coming. Feeling Tetradore nearby her eyes opened as she headed over to him, pressing her head into his shoulder, his presence alone seeming to help keep the other side of her gone. That brief buzzing feeling was no more. Wagging her tail as a sign that everything was fine she headed after him, her ears twitching forward, wondering what sort of game her mate had in mind for them.