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 knew exactly where to find him. He was probably moping around the Ark like he liked to do and there was no way that was going to fly. Not tonight when they had an important mission to do. She'd taken it upon herself to make sure he achieved what he'd been dying to achieve. As a friend, she felt it was her mission in life. Maybe there was also the part where she liked spending time with him and wanted to spend more with him but she would never admit that out loud. No, this was all part of being a good friend. At least that's what she would keep telling herself. She crept into the Ark in Were form, sliding through all the bodies waiting their turn for the next round in the arena. Her gaze intensified as she took in the ring, her paws pausing for a moment as she watched the lion and the rhino go at it. The arena almost seemed too small for them but it was entrancing to watch. One would think the rhino was a goner against the lion's strong jaws but the rhino had super hard skin, like biting on a rock and it looked like the lion had chipped more than a few from trying to utilize those jaws. A small trickle of blood fell from his lips as he paced the ring and snarled. The rhino meanwhile seemed all too calm, snorting and pawing the mat. She didn't see much more than a few scratches across his ribs so it looked like the rhino was coming out on top so far. Ah, but distractions wasn't what she came here for. Forcing herself to look away from the ring as the two beasts ran at each other, she made her way for the stairs to the upper part of the Ark. She was following his scent and knew he would be here. Trotting up the stairs, she shifted back to her human form once at the top and brushed her hair behind her ear, slipping into the clothes she kept in a backpack on her back while in coyote form. The jeans fit snug and the black shirt was comfortable. Then she headed around the corner where she knew his throne would be, and with any luck, so would he. "Come on, get up. We have places to go and paintings to steal. Up, up!" |