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
His grasp was gentle as he caught her behind the tree and she almost wanted to remind him that she wasn't breakable. But a part of her liked that he thought of her as precious enough to be gentle with in the first place. As long as he wasn't gentle when she didn't want it, she didn't mind. Her back scratched against the rough bark of the tree as his lips pressed to hers and she could have easily lost herself in that kiss all over again. Damn, the man could kiss. She didn't want to think about all the centuries he'd probably had of practice. That would only piss her off. Instead she would appreciate his experience and how he could use it on her exclusively. This whole dating thing could be a lot of fun. She liked having him all to herself.
But alas, she felt the clothes slipping from her hands and knew that he'd tricked her. Such a man thing to do. She pouted, her bottom lip poking out at him as he pulled on his clothes and admitted that he had cheated a little. He told her that she was a distraction and he had more to hunt tonight. Her face sobered up and she eyed him for a minute before shrugging with a sigh. "Fine. I guess I can release you to do your Hunter duties...but only if you make sure to come see me soon." When he said that he looked forward to their date, she couldn't help but smile, her eyes lighting up at the memory of what they had planned. "Me too." She whispered back, watching a little too intensely as he slipped into his jeans. Sighing again in regret that they couldn't hang out longer, she let her hand slide down his chest, nibbling on her bottom lip before she looked up at him.
"Till we meet again, Alexander." She purred the words before turning from him. All at once, there was no longer a woman standing before him but a petite red fox with blue eyes. The fox took off past the trees, stopping only to glance back at him. One could swear it was smirking at him before it turned and took off into the woods.
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