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
I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
The slippery sensation of those fish suddenly sliding against his short ebony fur was altogether discombobulating to say the very least. He'd never before swam with the fish. He hadn't expected that migration when he lead her into the water and yet, Tetradore hardly found comfort in that sensation anymore then Raven did. Even so, that suggestion of catching one of those fish was one the were-feline willingly embraced. He ducked his head against that water, his jaws parting to snap at those fish. The sheer number of those swarming creatures made catching that fish decidedly....easy. The fish was quite near flopping with a frantic pace in his mouth, that tail smacking his cheek even as his head rose above the water, those emerald eyes briefly hunting for the blue ones of his companion. He nodded towards the shoreline, altogether intending to share that large fish with the woman. His paws dug easily into that current, moving the fish aside as he moved towards the shore. He was so purposeful in his strokes that Tetradore was altogether oblivious of Raven's own last minute catch.
He could hardly help that relief of finding land once again, the man almost attempting to shake off in a fashion akin to the canine rather than the careful cleaning of his slick flur. He dropped that fish upon the ground, those emerald eyes watched momentarily as the aquatic creature flopped around on the ground in a suffocated panic. Tetradore glanced up towards his companion, surprised to see her own rather deft killing of her fish. Well then, he supposed sharing wasn't necessary after all. His attention turned back towards the flopping creature, his large paw fell upon it's scaly body. His mouth parted once again to catch the creature in his mouth, those teeth easily ripped through the animal, those jaws certainly meant for far greater bite force than a measly fish. Even so, he was content to pick at those bits that appealed to his animal half, even if he was sure he would wholly regret it tonight when the flavor lingered on his tongue.
Tetradore continued to pick at that body of the fish, at least until his company's head nudged against his shoulder. His emerald eyes shifted upwards towards her in a wholly questioning fashion, swallowing that raw fish meat in the process. He was hardly oblivious to that almost bashful tone to her voice as her thoughts were pushed into his own mind. He hardly anticipated that sudden assurance of his value to the pair, that surprise clear even upon his feline features. It was difficult to wholly believe her, after all, Tobias and Raven now had each other. He had complete faith in their ability to continue on without him. Hell, he'd damn near seen their ability to soldier on in his absence, even if that weight he'd thrusted upon Tobias shoulders had proven to be far more than the boy was prepared for. Next time, he would make other arrangements for the pair, and for his pack at large. Slowly, Tetradore nodded, at least willing to put further effort into his own life, though he hardly valued it nearly as much as Raven or Tobias seemed to. "I'll try not to." He offered to her softly, attempting to reassure her only for his companion to continue on in a tone that was decidedly matter-of-fact.
Tetradore could hardly help that snort that left his nose at the young woman's insistence that, next time, he should return far sooner than he had. The man had left the pair for months to handle the Ark while he put himself back together and busied himself with his petty revenge. "Sorry, I was...kind of enjoying haunting Frost for a bit there." The man admitted in an almost guilty tone. It was the first time, truly, that he had mentioned exactly what he had been doing in his absence. So much of the meticulous details of his life were kept away from Raven and her mate, that mention of the white stallion was the first glimpse of all he had preoccupied himself with to ensure they were safe in his absence.
aiden tetradore
who is in control