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
It was rare for Arya to be out as late as she was currently. Usually she actively avoided staying up late, having a strict curfew because she knew she would regret it the next day having to work exhausted from the night before. Yet the day had been stressful, work had been hard and news of her mother becoming sick had not helped her situation. She was upset, but not enough to push her over the edge and to lose control of her emotions. So despite her better judgement, she realized she would be up all night tossing and turning if she didn't do something to ease her mind. So the young Were got up, threw on an old warm hoodie from the aquarium gift shop and some equally old jeans, and left her little apartment late at night to take a walk. Hopefully clearing her mind with fresh air and exhausting herself enough to fall asleep immediately upon her return home.
The small brunette walked beneath the street lights and neon signs that illuminated this part of the city. It was definitely not the best or safest, but it was what she could afford and she had never faced any problems she couldn't handle yet. It seemed dangerous for a girl as small as she to be walking alone in one of the worst parts of town, where criminals and drunks and even just the nasty sort of supernatural liked to hang out, but she had always been able to deescalate any situation she ran into with her power to manipulate others emotions. And if that didn't work she always carried a knife and her cellphone on her to defend herself; thankfully it had never come to that yet. Arya was not one for violence, and she couldn't even imagine what would happen if she actually had to fight for her safety. Her animal form was not exactly threatening nor well equipped to fight off others, especially on land, and she herself was not the biggest nor the strongest. She supposed she'd cross that bridge if she ever came to that
She walked quietly along the streets, the chilly night touching the tip of her nose and the tips of her ears despite them being hidden beneath her long hair. Her amber eyes were always on alert, in fact all of her senses were heightened. The Were knew she was relatively close to the harbor, pack territory, a dangerous place to be for a lone Were like herself. She did not have the worldly experience to know that some packs operated differently to how her colony back home did, and that some were less than welcoming to outsiders, and so she naively dared venture close without worry of her safety until the sound of yelling drew her attention and curiosity closer. When she arrived upon the scene there were two drunk men, arguing back and forth, their words loud, slurred, and full of aggression. It seemed as though at any minute the two could come to blows, and there was no one around, atleast no one around that cared to pay attention, that would stop them. Without a second thought she moved to them, gently grabbing their attention by placing a hand on both of them. Both of their heads shot to her, and for a second it seemed like their anger was about to be turned on her, but instead they both suddenly calmed down. The tendrils of her mind reached through them, calming them from their rage induced state. Alcohol could be hard to work against but she knew that touch could combat their hazy emotions.