West
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.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
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.
What You'll Find Here
Cull & Pistol
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
Noah's Ark
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
Syn
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
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Posted on December 26, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
Experiencing any water activities such as swimming and fishing wasn't something she was able to do often. Having a mate that detested every form of water meant that she couldn't participate in such fun activities. The lupine truly forgot how much fun this was. In a steady rhythmic manner, the unusually colored wolf propelled herself forward through the current of the cold water, finding it entertaining. Even though it had been years since she last swam around it appeared that she could still do it. It was the fishing though that she had to quickly workout again. Determined to catch her own meal she furiously snapped at the water, swinging her head left and right, as she kept herself afloat. Eventually though she would feel something scaly and slimy, slamming her jaw shut on the fish as it flapped about to escape. Climbing out of the water she eagerly shook herself to remove the extra water that weighed down her thick ebony coat. Catching up to his side she dropped her fish and killed it, without any sort of hesitation, digging into her meal. Although she was eager to devour her snack her mind was focused more onto another matter. It was no surprise to anyone that she was rather a bit emotional on his miraculous return. It didn't matter how he survived death. She didn't care if it was because of some magical amulet, some dreadful potion, or selling his soul to the devil. He was here and that was all that mattered, and yet it wasn't. She craved for assurance that her Alpha, and her mate's best friend would remain alive and well. Raven experienced what it was like without him and she never wanted to go through that traumatic experience again.
Raven didn't want to interrupt him while he was eating, but she could no longer wait anymore. Gently bumping her dial into his shoulder, like a typical cat would, her tail wagged behind her shyly. As soon as his emerald eyes looked up at her, knowing she had his attention she gently pressed her voice into his own head. His response was met with a nod of approval, pleased to see that he would agree with her! However, that didn't seem to soothe her entirely. This time around she would wag her tail a little bit eagerly as she responded in kind.
As she said this she would stare straight ahead into his bottle green eyes, her own eyes holding such a hopeful gaze. The word promise might make the jungle cat hesitate and yet the lupine waited quite patiently, truly hoping he would commit. It may seem childish that she was expecting him to promise her, but the lupine truly hope he would take this sincerely. Not that he wouldn't, but she wanted to at least be comforted in knowing that he would stick around. She knew Tobias couldn't go through seeing Tetradore die and neither could she. Her dial would tilt to the side in a puzzled fashion. His voice holding a guilty tone didn't register correctly with her. Not once could she pinpoint a moment in time where the Were-King was sorry about something. That his absence from not returning to their side was due to him haunting Frost was answered with a soft peal of laughter that only grew. It all seemed quite silly that her Alpha decided to haunt the one man that terrified her, not as much as her Father, but pretty close. Frantically she waved her tail side to side in a zealous manner. Her voice held a chipper tone as she nuzzled him gently, quite amused at his past actions.
Raven knew how terrifying her Alpha could be. There were times when she watched him fight in the ring and there were some competitors that truly came at her Alpha with enough gusto that made her shiver at the very thought he could lose. How quickly his calm demeanor could shift into something so menacing. There were many reasons why he would go after Frost and she didn't blame him one bit for taking the advantage of scaring him. And although she found it hilarious he would scare Frost, Raven couldn't help, but feel like she was part to blame. She was the one that attacked Frost on their land, even though he was harming Alexis, and yet it wasn't her fault with Nadya. Her ears would drop slightly as she released a heavy sigh. With a sadden tone she whispered her own apology.
There was no need for her to voice out why she was sorry. It wasn't as if he was going to offer her a shoulder to lean on or voice of reassurance that all surely wasn't her fault. It was best for the she-wolf to sit there beside him and drown herself in her guilt. Uncertain with what else to say she focused on eating the rest of her fish, slowly. Once she was finished with her meal she looked up at the sky noticing the blue was being overrun by the purple and orange hue. It was Fall and the sun wasn't going to stick around as long as it usually does. Turning her head towards her Alpha she sighed softly, standing up again, as if she were ready to move on.