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
this night and every night, you know where i am
Posted on June 22, 2018 by Malia Tate
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She couldn't begin to know what he was feeling or thinking but she could definitely tell he felt weird about what had happened. She wanted to just change the subject at this point and hope he pushed it aside or forgot about it or something. If it was only going to make him have regrets or hate himself more, that was the last thing she intended. She knew that he loved Sterling and that's all that mattered to her but apparently it was more complicated than that for humans. There was still so much she didn't understand about their world. He at least agreed that they would never completely understand what went on between Tetradore's pack and Frost's pack. It was a long and complicated history, apparently, but Malia was over it and apparently so were the alpha's. She was happy for that cause she'd hate to have been given an ultimatum or something for having a friendship with Henry or Tetradore. She never wanted to make that decision. She would refuse. He seemed nervous as they got closer to the pack house. She knew it was probably still the questions and doubts about peace between their packs but she knew whole heartedly that no one would hurt Henry from her pack, not on her watch. She mentioned dinner to him and he said he wouldn't invite himself. She gave him a wry smile and shook her head. "You wouldn't be inviting yourself, silly. Technically I'm doing the inviting but since you're being stubborn about it, Frost actually invited you. He mentioned it during a training session, wanting to get to know you. He knows we're friends." She hoped that would quell his nerves a little and hopefully not give them a whole life of their own or something. She wanted Henry to feel comfortable around her and her pack. She knew that wouldn't happen overnight but maybe if he saw Frost wasn't the monster some might make him out to be, he'd feel less nervous around here. He met her hug, wrapping her up tightly and she enjoying the instant feeling of safety and relief in his arms before he released her and took a step back. It felt almost final to her and she found she didn't like it but she stood her ground and looked up at him as he said good night. She offered a soft smile. "Good night, Henry." She could tell as he turned away that his shoulders were set in that heavy way, like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders all over again. She hated that for him. She gave a heavy sigh before she turned and walked into the house, eager to find her bed and wallow in it. |