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
Raven knew very well that her mate would never request something entirely outlandish like that! When Tetradore first offered to pay for the wedding Raven was speechless. Paying for a wedding was typically done by the bride's Father, or at least, a combination between the two of them. Of course Raven wasn't going to have a family member offer her any money. She and Tobias received their income from the pack business so they would be perfectly fine. It was extremely generous of their Alpha to offer to pay for their wedding, a debt which she and Tobias could repay, but she knew Tetradore wouldn't take it from them. The least she could do for him was ensure that not all of his money was spent. Raven was not going to take advantage of his big-heartedness. And speaking of big hearts their conversation led to talks of possibly adding a member to their small family. The topic was painful enough. She had this debate over and over in her own head without including anyone else in it. She fully believed it was impossible for them to have a child, and if some miracle occurred, she had already decided it wasn't in the cards for them. It was extremely painful to come to that conclusion, but she knew deep down it was the correct choice. Besides, now was not the time for such a conversation.
He had gifted her these beautiful photos and in return she would help him find the ring he would wear in together with her own. Blue-grey eyes moved over to the various rings that were tucked away within their locked cases. It was quite amazing to her that men would have a variety of choices to pick a ring for themselves. Women could hardly make up their minds. Goodness how long did it take for Tobias to pick out her own ring? Surely he and Tetradore spent hours in a store or stores like this one. Oh how painful it must have been. The mention of not wanting a ring with grooves was met with a small smile. It seemed that his other half and herself had that fidgeting habit in common. Sometimes when she was uncertain she couldn't sit still. As for her mate, well, he could hardly sit or stand still at all â€" always moving. As he pointed at the two-toned ring she tilted her dial to the side. It was quite a pretty ring, a dark finish in the center. With a nod she spoke softly her thoughts, her voice holding approval, and yet she was curious as to why he liked this one all the same. She never got to ask his opinions or thoughts, and she was keen to delve into them.
Those last few words were spoken lightly with a hint of amusement. Her two men were vastly different from one another. Eyebrows furrowed together when she noticed the glass from the case, his reflection, and how his hand rubbed through his dark thick hair. Puzzled she looked up at him. Was he finding this difficult, frustrating? Was he starting to revert back? Concerned she stepped over to the other side of the case, to get close to him. But as he spoke she went absolutely still. Tobias didn't realize it, but he was breathing life into a belief she had killed. Uncertain she shivered slightly as his words began to unlock those thoughts of having a child, one she focused on locking away, and shoving it far into the dark depths of her mind. Softly she whispered, her voice cracking.
There was agony on her scarred face as her thoughts began to filter, as that hope she had destroyed was piecing itself back together. But before she could say anything else they were interrupted by a well-dressed middle-aged man. As he welcomed them into the store and inquired if they wished to see a ring, Raven's face quickly turned into a reserve façade, her voice sounding normal as she nodded shyly at the man. Returning to the task at hand she looked back down at the case pointing to the ring her mate would like to try on.