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
years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.
The were-King's emerald eyes lingered upon the petite figure that stood before Raven. There was something about her that made him....suspicious, even if he truly had little reason to be so other than her request for the management staff. He was rather certain he had never seen her before and yet, even so, he still made the effort to inquire if there was anything wrong that required his own presence. Those bright green eyes briefly met the blue hue of the young blonde and yet, her insistence that nothing was amiss caused his eyebrow to raise ever so slightly. It was instinctual really, the way that retort brought such a sour taste within his mouth, those Alpha urges altogether strong within the man and yet he remained firmly rooted to his spot, even if his gaze narrowed ever so slightly within that moment. Tetradore simply wasn't used to being brushed off so flippantly. His gaze shifted briefly towards Raven as she smiled up at him and yet, that moment was fleeting before the pair went back to whatever discussion had previously preoccupied them. He leaned against that balcony above, content to simply watch and listen to the women for the time being.
It intrigued him, truly, that the blonde had come here with the desire to seek work, only to dismiss him so curtly. It was clear she had little idea of exactly who ran the Ark, or who he was in turn. Regardless, he was willing to see Raven's thoughts upon the woman before he passed his own judgment on weather or not he would allow her in his halls, particularly if she had already been caught snooping around on their ship before. Still, her very description of that job they had open made it very well seem as if the lupine was considering offering that job to the girl already, at least, until she mentioned that the woman was a thief. Dear God, he hoped Raven wasn't dense enough to allow a thief to handle money. Frankly he'd accept her at any job but that. After all, Tetradore was no better than she and he knew very well what he was capable of. His very disposition was to bite the hand that fed him until he had toppled that veritable hierarchy to set himself upon the throne. This woman better have a very persuasive answer to that inquiry, or that potential job would be swiftly slipping from her reach.
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