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
She couldn't help her curiosity as to how he felt about eating meat in general since he didn't eat it himself. He wasn't against touching it or cooking so it wasn't like it digusted him. It was more like a dietary preference. But she had to ask, could other WereHorses eat meat or were all the prey animal Were's vegetarians? His only explanation for how he was was that he was from a long line of born WereHorses. It was like eating grass and green things were in their DNA or something. She scrunched up her nose. "Sounds awful. The whole not being able to eat meat thing, that is." Her face grew thoughtful. She wondered what her lineage was. Were WereCoyotes far back in her lines or was someone turned somewhere along the way? Was she turned as a child? How would she ever know without meeting her parents? Were they even still alive? Would they want her if they were? She hated thinking about her parents. It always got her depressed. But she didn't want Frost to start asking questions so she brushed the thoughts away. She was distracted when he grabbed her hand and took away the burn. She wasn't ready for it so it took her off guard. She wasn't used to someone helping her without asking for anything in return, even if it wasn't the first time it had happened to her. Frost was her alpha and maybe he felt it was his responsibility or something but it still felt weird that he'd somehow healed her. She stared at her hand in wonder before looking back at him. "I bet that comes in handy. Can you do that to your own wounds too?" Then he cooked her food and they sat down to eat. She had no idea what to do with the utensils he placed by her plate so she stabbed the whole porkchop instead and started chowing down. He explained that she could eat some things in human form and some in animal. It was all very confusing but she shrugged. "I guess I can live with that." Then he said he would show her how to cut her meat and she scowled. She gave him the utensils, leaning back in her chair to watch him cut off a small piece and then leave the fork in it. She bit her lip. "Hm." She said thoughtfully as she took the fork and ate the piece, smirking and nodding. "Okay, that works too. Guess my human teeth aren't as good at ripping off pieces. You're onto something there." Grinning, she cut off another piece and ate it in triumph. He told her that people would judge her and she snorted. "I could care less what other people think." Then he brought up the knives being weapons and she held them up, considering. "Yeah, I guess I could see that..." But then she set the utensils down and held up her hand, morphing her hand into long claws. Her eyes glowed blue as she turned to grin at him. "But I still like these better." She morphed her hand back to human, moving her fingers before she went back to eating. He brought up movies and she tilted her head. "What do you have in mind? Anything good?" She had no idea about human movies since she usually just watched whatever someone left on the tv. OOC: We can leave it off here unless Frost has any more to add xD |