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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on May 12, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
She lost count how many times as a child she wished and prayed to have a loving family. It never occurred to her that the love from the family she would receive was from a new one. It never crossed her mind that she would be a part of a pack where the majority of members were feline. Humans wrongly believed that the world was always dogs vs cats. They had so many similarity and differences that truly made them far more compatible than what humans would believe. The young woman was quite pleased and grateful to be a part of this family. Tetradore never had to accept her. Tobias never had to fall in love with her. But they did. Both of them had accepted her just as she was, neither asking her to change anything or be different. Her good qualities and her flaws were simply her. Now that Henry was a part of their pack nothing would change. They would accept him just as he was no matter what. Even though the man seemed withdrawn and hardly open she was quite cautious around him, letting him get close or do whatever he wished. Which is why when he questioned her on whether or not he told her about him she shook her head. With a helpless shrug a half-smile appeared as she answered gently.
Raven hardly knew a lot about Tetradore and Tobias. There were so many questions she had! Yet she did not ask them. They didn't seem like the type that wished to remember or speak about the past. Instead their main concern was to focus on the now. She couldn't blame them. There wasn't much she wished to talk about in the past either. Henry seemed like the same way. So, that he was willing to speak about his past she was opened to that idea. So, whatever he wished to say she was willing to listen. Sometimes that was all someone needed, to be listened to. Why else would he want to speak with her at this time of night? It was rude, but Raven was attempting to at least understand and help the man think through what was going on. Seeing that look of shock and disbelief on his face, she held up her hands in a submissive manner, hoping he wouldn't practically lunge at her. It didn't sound like Sterling would be the type to harm Henry, but she couldn't rule that out altogether, which is why she mentioned it. Seeing how defensive he was she ruled out the abuse. The mention of him shifting from Sterling when he was trapped or attacked was answered with a slow nod.
With a shrug of her shoulders she wasn't quite sold on the idea that the panther would reject Sterling because he was a man and not a Were. Her feral side felt protective over Serafina, and she was a Witch and a woman. Maybe that blood bond they had was what kept her feral side from harming the spitfire witch, but it did help prove is theory as incorrect.
The mention of Malia made the young woman frown. She had seen this one lurking about the Ark. In fact that one was there the night she had gone feral and Louie had attempted to usurp their pack's control of the West District. Although that memory seems completely fuzzy. The other side of her had been in control at that time. Gently she prodded the man additional questions to think about.