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
It was hard to forgive himself. While Sterling had forgiven him for the greatest sin he could ever commit, that was only part of the battle. He had to forgive himself and that was going to take a lot longer. He was sure that in time, he might be able to forgive himself. It would just take time and he needed Sterling and his pack to just be patient with him. Tetradore wanted to practice shifting with Sterling there...to get them both used to one another so he wouldn't hurt him again. It was a terrifying proposition and he wasn't sure he was ready for that. Hell, he wasn't really sure if Sterling would ever allow such a thing.
As Raven leaned in for a hug, he took it gratefully. However, as she softly spoke to him, he immediately felt guilt. Here he was acting like a helpless puppy when she was right â€" he had support. He had a boyfriend that still loved him and a pack that still supported him. Raven didn't have any of that and he immediately felt guilty for being melodramatic around here. "I'm sorry you didn't have that...that you had to go through that alone." He paused a moment, trying not to sound like an ungrateful prick. "I should just suck it up and realize that I have it good." Perhaps he was beginning to see that the world didn't revolve around him.
As she stood, so did he. He brushed the leaves and dirt from his jeans before he took her offered hand. At her suggestion that they get back home, he nodded his head softly. "I'll take whatever help I can get." He began to walk with Raven as they left the quietness of the forest and headed back towards the Ark. And just before going inside, he paused. "Thanks, Raven. I'll swing by tomorrow. I want to spend tonight with Sterling." He hoped she'd understand why he didn't want to bunk at the Ark all the time. He had a cabin there, but it didn't feel right. He wanted to stay with Sterling.