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 February 19, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
Even though Tetradore had died, and then came back, the lupine still trusted him. It was a miracle that he was even able to come back to life. Such a thing could not possibly happen again. That's why she was hoping to hear him acknowledge that he would at least try to stay alive. Raven could hardly cope without him. The thought that he could possibly disappear again was something she could hardly accept. Not again at least. The pain was far too much and it wasn't something she wished to experience again. Hearing him promise he would try to stay alive was a pleasing thing to hear. She had no idea that his promise didn't carry any weight in it. Was it childish that her grown Alpha decided to haunt Frost and not come back home to their pack? Yes, it was. However, there was no need to chastise Tetradore for doing what he thought was right. He was their Alpha and he had the right to do whatever he wished to do. It was amusing in a way. Raven had every right to be angry at his decision. She should have growled at him, snapped her teeth in his face, and yelled at his stupidity. Instead she laughed thinking his decision on attacking Frost in this manner was the appropriate choice. Her tail continued to sway back and forth in a delighted manner. The haunting may not do the trick to keep Frost from coming back to them, but at least it would give him a second thought to decide if he should carry out his nefarious plans.
Needless to say the she-wolf felt guilty for everything that followed after she attacked Frost. It wasn't her intention to cause such pain or harm to her pack. When her apology was answered with a shrug and assurance that the past was in the past, she quietly nodded her head. It was clear that he had no intention to say anything on the matter and she wasn't going to poke and prod any further. Returning to her catch she ate the rest of her meal silently quite content in his presence. It was when the sun began to set that Raven remembered that there was more her Alpha wished to do. Blue-grey eyes slid over to the panther noticing a brief glimpse of something on his face. Quickly she leapt up to her grey paws following after him without another thought. Leaving the fields behind them she remained at his side, but falling back slightly. While the Were-King was busy taking them through the woods to their destination the she-wolf was focused on their surroundings. As soon as he stopped she tilted her head to the size puzzled. Looking around she didn't see anything worth gawking at. The tall trees blocked everything. The moon's light barely poked through to allow the lupine to see anything in the darkness. One ear twitched slightly as he inquired if she was ready. Ready? Her dial turned towards him as she watched him sit down, her head tilt was her reply to his question. As he threw his head back and released a powerful roar, natural she ducked her dial slightly, her eyes scanning the area to see what will happen.
It was faint, but she could pick up something familiar in the distance. The dark fur on the back of her neck shot up. Both ears pointed forward as her dial move side to side. She knew that sound. A soft growl rumbled as she heard another howl, this one louder than the other. As soon as she heard the third one, she swung around to look at her Alpha. Did he not understand why they were howling? He may be a cat, but he had to understand what they were howling for. Uncertain about it all she paced around him, concerned. Noticing that mischievous look in his eye she playfully smacked her tail against his side in reply. Although it was true that they couldn't not reply. They started to call and they were required to end it. Abruptly she sat down at his side, her ears titled forward as she heard a faint cry again. Deep down there was a part of her that wished to reply. She could feel it. Whatever it was, it was stirring down somewhere in her chest. Maybe sitting beside her new Alpha she wouldn't be silenced again. Her dial would tilt back slightly as she attempted to make some sort of noise, but like always nothing came out. Frustrated she tried again, growling in frustration when no sound would come out. After a third try, a fourth try, even a fifth try she released an exasperated huff. Her ears would droop as she kept her eyes trained on her paws. Saddened and a bit embarrassed her voice would gently press into his mind.