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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on December 31, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
It wasn't easy for her to speak about her past much so it wasn't easy for him to share his either. It hadn't occurred to the woman that she would be amongst another that had similar problems or issues. She always assumed she was the only one, or at least, no one was willing to admit it. Being feral was a condition known in the Were world, but it was hardly ever investigated. It was like admitting a weakness and as they were part-animal they didn't want to do anything that would show their weakness to another. It was against nature and it was against their way. Even though she attempted to help him see that it wasn't his fault, she got the feeling like he wasn't listening, or at least willing to understand. She couldn't blame him, but she was trying at least. He was pack now and that meant something to the lupine. They were supposed to help each other out, and she was trying for his sake. Speaking softly she nodded her head attempting to reassure the man.
That was something she never got from her old pack, forgiveness. If only they extended her the same kind of kindness as Sterling was giving him. This Sterling fellow sounded like a very stand-up guy. It was good that Henry could rely on someone like him, it would really help him out. It was clear to the lupine that tonight she wasn't making any progress with him, but not everything could be fixed overnight. Hopefully he understood that they were all here for him, to help him cope with this condition. He was being given the support she never received when she was younger. Touching his hands she was hoping to make some sort of connection with him, to keep him grounded. As he spoke she noticed his eyes and with a small simper she leaned in to give him a gentle hug. Muttering softly she spoke in a way to help get him to at least see, what she could.
Moving away from him she got up to stand, extending her own hand to help him up. It was getting late and she thought it might be best if they went to go and get some rest.