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 22, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
It was a wonderful surprise to see Alexis within their home. Alexis was one of the first Weres to know about Tetradore's death and she stayed with them, as Tobias and her grieved. Being surrounded by the staff and the patrons that constantly flooded the Ark at nights brought them much discomfort. It was like putting on a show, acting as if everything would be back to normal that they weren't suffering from the emptiness they felt without their Alpha. The presence of the Were-Fox brought them much needed comfort. It had been unbearable at times, but Alexis always seemed capable of doing something right to get them back in order. Why she felt the need to leave them once their Alpha returned, Raven had no idea. She and her mate accepted her into their tight little fold. The place never did feel the same when she decided to leave. The bedroom she chose remained untouched, Raven refused to even clean it, wanting it to stay in place...just in case she did decide to come back. Unwrapping her arms around Alexis she beamed quite happily.
Clearly it was evident that Raven didn't understand the meaning behind Alexis. She was hardly awake. After a very large yawn as pulled some of her curly locks behind her ear, taking a quiet look to observe everyone at the table. Everything here seemed perfectly normal. Eating dinner with family, as they always do, well except Alexis wasn't family. The woman beside her had expressed an interest in cooking, something Raven was willing to teach, but wasn't in the mood to do during those moments of grief. Now she could make up for it with Alexis choosing to sleep in their home once again. Hearing Tobias complain about hugging caused a soft snort to escape her, as the woman rolled her eyes. It would seem that a lack of sleep gave her a loose tongue. With a polite tone she happily retorted Tobias' dislike of the hugging or girls for that matter.
Blue-grey eyes widened as she stopped herself for a moment. Alexis said she got her bedroom back. Tobias said they shouldn't get any more girls in the pack. Regan was long gone. Nadya left them. She was the only girl, Tobias wouldn't say he would want her gone for hugging unless that meant he implied all women which would mean...Instantly she felt for that tug, feeling that tether between her and the male felines was easy, but there was new a one that was much stronger since she was near it. Turning to her side she grabbed Alexis' hands shaking them up and down as the lupine started to jump in place. Her voice was a bit higher than usual, as she questioned the woman eagerly.
As soon as she saw the confirmation she pulled the woman into a very tight hug. Giddy and excited she released the woman and made a beeline towards her Alpha. Not caring in the world she was interrupting his meal she pulled him into a very gentle hug. Her voice would gently press into his mind, as she titled her head upwards with a small grin.