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
The were King had held particularly short patience with the young woman on the other end of that phone line whilst he so attempted to place an order for that favored Chinese food. It was nearly on his fourth repetition of that order that the were-King gave up, only to declare he wanted two of everything. That alone had prompted some flustering of the woman and yet, an hour and a half later, Tetradore and Tobias returned from picking up that veritable feast. Those boxes and Styrofoam containers were unpacked from those numerous plastic bags until, each one opened to reveal their contents till there was hardly a spare inch on that dining table. At the very least, there was more than enough to feed everyone whom would be home tonight. The were-King settled within his own designated chair at the head of the table, those boxes closest to him had been placed there purposefully, the contents some of Tetradore's own favored dishes. He passed Tobias a plastic spoon, only to pick up his own fork, his emerald eyes briefly eyed those delectable dishes with brief indecision on what to start with. After all, there were so many delicious dishes he had to partake in!
Tetradore hardly had the chance to consume more than a forkful of that fried rice before Tobias' voice drew those striking emerald eyes upwards. "Hm?" He inquired as he chewed on that rice. He hardly had a moment to truly answer that question, however, before that dumpling was plucked off of his plate. His lips pressed together ever so slightly and yet, that game was quickly explained but moments latter. A small grin crept across the were-King's features and yet, he saw no reason not to indulge his best friend on that childish game. "All right." Tetradore agreed, waiting for that Dim Sum to be tossed in his direction. Catching it was hardly all that hard, Tobias, for what it was worth, had particularly good aim when it suited him. That eager clapping prompted that grin to only widen before he put his fork down upon his plate, picking up another of those dumplings with his fingers to provide the deviant with that same chance to play. He tossed that little piece of filled dough towards his friend, hardly surprised when Tobias so easily snatched it out of the air. His gaze briefly turned upwards at the sound of someone entering the kitchen the sight of that young were-fox. He had told her, after all, that they would expect her for dinner!
What he didn't expect, however, was that sudden declaration that everyone who desired to join the pack were required to eat those bizarre chicken feet that had come with their dish. Tetradore's eyebrow rose and yet, the man said little to stop that bargain as he shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. He could hardly help that glimpse of amusement that crossed his features as Alexis agreed to that idea, only to demand the lanky boy eat something of her choosing in return - next time. His emerald gaze shifted briefly towards his Beta, almost inquisitive how the boy would react to that offer of a 'game', if it could so be called that. That challenge, however, was interrupted by that familiar sense pressing against his skull just moments before Henry entered that dining area. Briefly, Tetradore motioned towards the spot on his other side, that gesture some attempt at welcoming the man even as he leaned further back in his chair, entirely content to poke at the Egg Roll on his plate. He hardly bothered to intrude with those introductions, particularly considering Henry and Alexis were the only two that were not yet acquainted and Henry himself seemed more than willing to offer his own name.
His emerald eyes slid from that small meeting, however, as Raven finally joined the little congregation. That sleep still desperately seemed to cling to her, the woman entirely inattentive as she glanced at that feast. "Yeah, sure." He responded easily enough to that word of appreciation, his gaze lingering upon her all the while as she filled her own plate. He bit easily into the other half of his egg roll, simply watching the woman as she began to scarf down her food, only for that sudden glimpse of awareness of Alexis' presence. That....that was exactly what had prompted him to finally accept her. That friendship between the two women. Frankly, it was good to see them reunited.