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
if its the end, then it can't be the beginning, you're on crack
Posted on July 08, 2018 by Malia Tate
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She hated this waiting game, though seeing Louie struggling fruitlessly against Raven's hold was cause for a little victory dance inside her head. He was already begging for mercy, wanting them to let him live, let him walk away from here. After what he'd done? Malia wouldn't blame Raven if she bit his head off right now. She could see Frost's words to the wolf only made her angry, just as they did that night Malia tried to talk to her in the woods. When this other side of her was present, they were more feral, less willing to talk or listen. They only wanted actions, animal instincts. Malia would respect that. She watched quietly as Raven picked up Louie in her mouth and walked toward them. She kept herself steadfast between her alpha and the wolf, knowing in this state, Raven was capable of anything. Her tail flicked above her spine, letting the wolf know if she dared to threaten Frost, she would have the coyote to deal with. Her ears pricked toward Raven as she stood before them, watching Frost almost expectantly before she threw the orangutan up in the air and caught him in her jaws without a second thought. The monkey alpha disappeared from sight with one last scream of agony before it was cut short and blood dribbled down the wolf's jaws. Malia raised a brow, caught between being impressed and slightly irritated that Raven went against what Frost wanted, for Tetradore to make that decision. But in a way, she understood it. The alpha wasn't here and Raven had helped fight off Louie's pack. If she could stand in to look over the Ark in her alpha's presence, wouldn't it make sense that she could make decisions in his stead as well? But that wasn't Malia's judgement to call, either. She glanced over her shoulder at Frost, though never taking her attention off the wolf, just in case. It seemed that was a wise decision, cause next thing she knew, Raven was chomping at them, warning them away and then showing anguish that they weren't listening. She ground her claws into the arena mat, curving her spine down as she coiled her back legs and curled her lips, ready to defend Frost and herself no matter what. When Raven nipped the air above their heads, Malia growled, watched the open area of Raven's throat that she'd presented to them while doing that, but she wouldn't make the attack unless Frost called for it or Raven actuall made a move to hurt them. Despite it all, she still recognized Raven as someone she admired, someone she wanted to befriend, and she knew these were not the actions of the Were behind the wolf. And they were still warnings instead of full on attacks. She saw the change in Raven's eyes and readied herself, knowing the actual attack was coming, but then a chair suddenly flew out of nowhere and hit the wolf in the face. Malia's gaze swept to the monkey who threw the chair, but no sooner had she glared his way before the wolf turned and pounced, landing on the monkey and chewing on him like he was the best piece of meat ever. Malia tilted her head, watching as the other monkeys scattered, leaving the Ark as they should have done to begin with. She glanced at Frost, wondering if they should go too before things escalate with Raven again, but she turned her head back as the wolf growled, seeing that she was lying with her head on her paws, probably feeling more than a little uncomfortable with that glass in her eye. A man had made it to her and Malia could smell Tetradore on his skin. He was of the pack, or at least a member of the Ark's crew. He touched Raven without hesitation or worry for his own safety and Malia raised a brow in curiosity of their bond. He spoke to her, saying they would get the glass out somehow. She wanted to offer to help, but needed to make sure it was safe first. The wolf looked exhausted, but that didn't make her any less dangerous. Frost had thrown words to the scattering monkeys to leave, but not all of them. Malia watched as the creature suddenly screamed and collapsed, unconscious before he hit the ground. She tilted her head, puzzled, but when Frost flicked his wrist, she moved once more to his side, ready to defend him should he need it. At Frost's command, she trotted over to the unconscious monkey, growling as she grabbed its fur and started dragging it toward Frost. Its fur smelled of cigarette smoke and sweat and she hated the taste of it in her mouth. She dragged it close enough and released it, working her jaws in obvious distaste as she took in what Frost was up to. She growled in disapproval as he snuck toward the wolf, obviously willing to endanger himself to help her and while she appreciated the gesture, she would never forgive herself for letting her alpha get hurt on her watch. She snapped her head at the new image of him, her eyes narrowing in suspicion before she realized that Frost must have made the image to distract Raven so he could sneak up on her from the other side. She all but held her breath as he reached out for the wolf's eyes, her teeth grinding together in anxiety as he snatched the piece of glass out and stepped back. She watched then as Frost snapped his fingers and the fake image of him disappeared, then the wound in Raven's eye started to heal. She glanced down as the unconscious monkey started to struggle on the ground, noting the new wound opening up in his own eye as if he'd been the one with glass in it. She glanced at Frost, figuring this must be his doing as well. He then started barking orders at the staff nearby, having them clean and figure out everything that was damaged or broken. Malia swept her gaze over the Ark and snorted. Pretty much everything. The place was chaos. Then Frost called for her and she turned and trotted after him, breathing in the fresh night air as they descended the ramp to the docks. She followed at Frost's side silently at first, licking her bloodied chops every once in a while as a reminder of the good fights. Then Frost spoke and she turned to glance up at him, her lips curling in a smirk as he told her she would have won that fight against Louie. He was just a monkey and she'd like to think she could do much better for opponents but none the less she recognized the compliment. He said he'd like to come back and see her win. She pricked her ears and her tail gave a wag of approval. "You didn't do so bad yourself." She reminded him. |