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 had no doubt that there would be enough food for everyone. From the sounds of it every time she'd spoken to Raven about the boys' appetites in the pack, she had a feeling food was always in high demand around the Ark. She only hoped she would fit in as well she hoped she would. Last time, she'd kept herself low key on the boat, only coming out for group activities that didn't seem pack related cause she didn't want to intrude or make Tetradore think she was spying. But now she was officially pack and it was a whole new feeling. She could feel the tendrils of their minds now as they moved about on the Ark. She felt more connected to some than others, like Raven and Tetradore, probably cause she was closest to them, comfort-wise. She could feel Tobias and she shifted in discomfort, wondering how their first one on one was going to go.
She moved closer to the dining area and already she could hear the loud voices of none other than Tetradore and Tobias. She didn't hear Raven but maybe she was just watching the two boys play around. It sounded like they were having lots of fun. As she finally stepped into the dining area, she paused for a second to take in the scene, brows rising in shock. They were...playing catch? With the Chinese food they had laid out all over the table. So Much Food. Her eyes widened like saucers to see all of it. Could they truly eat all that? Her own stomach hurt at the thought. She smiled and nodded in respect to Tetradore before her gaze went to Tobias. He called out her name like it was only yesterday that they ate ice cream together and she curled up on his lap in her Were form. Could he really be so forgiving?
She didn't want to jinx it so she smiled politely at him. "Hi, Tobias." She could feel the moment he took notice of the pack bond, his gaze moving from her to Tetradore before slowly he looked back at her. She tensed a lot, never sure exactly what Tobias was going to do. She watched with apprehension as he grabbed a container of food and slid it toward her spot at the table. Then he told her she had to eat all of it. She glanced at Tetradore for a second as if he could help her out of this predicament but he only looked amused so she assumed she'd have to play along. Well at least he wasn't trying to attack her. She watched as he pulled the lid off, her nose scrunching up in concern at the chicken feet piled up in the container. She could see the humor in Tobias' eyes, sure that he was tricking her but even so, it was a good way to break the ice and become friends again, right?
With a sigh, she moved to the table and took a seat in front of the container, pulling it closer. Then she turned her gaze to Tobias. "Okay, I'll do. But if I can eat it all and keep it down, you've gotta eat what I bring back next time." She smirked a little, her brow rising in challenge as she waited for his response.
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