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
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Posted on April 09, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
Sleep. There was nothing better in this world than being able to sleep. For the past few weeks she had been staying up far more late than usual. She and her mate would soon be leaving the country for a while. It had taken quite a long time, but with the help of Dorian's assistant she managed to find the right dress, gloves, and shoes to wear for his wedding. After reading over the itinerary and the kind of clothing they were required to wear, there was a a lot of shopping she had to do for the two of them. One would think that as a woman she would be thrilled, and yet, she wasn't at all. She hated shopping. Luckily though she was nearly done. Already most of the packing was finished. There were just a few more things she had to get in order and then she would be done. Their passports were being expatiated, thanks to Dorian's assistant, and it would be in the mail shortly. It was sheer luck she knew her mate's last name. However, it was his Birthday that became a bit of a problem. Getting ready for this trip was exhausting, but the end was in sight!
Here within their bedroom she was happily curled up within the hammock they shared together. Tobias was busy playing with his toys on the floor, his hair still damp from the shower they had taken together, the young woman reading her book about Norse mythology. The knock on her door was enough to jolt her awake as she sat up in the hammock, looking a bit startled at the door. Hearing the faint voice on the other side of the wall she placed her bookmark on the page and closed the book. Clamoring out of the hammock she placed the book along the nightstand. Walking towards her mate she ruffled his damp hair for a moment, promising she would return soon. Grabbing her robe she threw it on over her thin pajamas. Opening the door a bit she slid through, closing it gently behind her. Pulling some of her damp curls from her eyes she gave the sorrowful looking man a small smile. It had been quite a while the last time they spoke together alone. Gently she spoke her voice holding a playful note to it.
Quietly she would begin to move away from the door to her bedroom, and past Tetradore's own bedroom, heading down the corridor towards Henry's room, assuming the Were-Panther wanted a bit of privacy on his conversation.