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
The lion did as she expected. He thought her scared, hiding in the corner because she was too frozen to do anything else. She saw the flash of victory in his eyes even as he launched at her, ready to end the fight right here and now. But she had a plan and she utilized it. She lured him into the corner, using the pole at her back and the ropes at her sides to aide her as she dodged at the last minute, sacrificing a slice in her ear as she made her escape and got ready to retaliate. The lion's momentum pulled him right into the pole. That had to hurt. She heard his cry ring out and that was her moment to strike. She dashed in and latched onto his back leg but was quick to withdraw, knowing even though he was hurt, he was still very much dangerous. She watched his leg pull up to strike out in a powerful kick even as she danced out of reach. She felt a little spark of triumph as he turned to her slower, favoring that back leg. He looked irritated, and tired. Everything was working out for her, at least so far. She wouldn't get cocky though. He was still much bigger and more powerful. He could still take her out of this fight. She watched carefully as he started toward her. His gait was different this time, more filled with purpose. He wasn't even bothering to stalk her as he did before. No, he was ready to end the fight this time. Her lips twitched a little in amusement, her eyes sparking. He was planning on straight up cornering her this time, no momentum to throw him off, just straight up close quarters and holding her down till she said "uncle." Well, in his own ripping claws and shredding jaws sort of way. She backed up once more, luring him as she did before. She knew just being quick wouldn't save her this time. He was taking his time more, able to watch every little movement. She would have to be witty just as much as she was quick. She waited till he was still out of reach and turned her body just enough to keep a good eye on him while being able to see her target. Then in one swift motion, she leapt up, using the limber ropes to propel her up to the top of the pole. She then turned to face the lion, her limbs coiled and ready. As he lunged in for her, she leapt, aiming to put good height into her leap so she wouldn't fall right into his jaws. Sure that he had great height on himself, she knew just going straight up wouldn't help matters so she leapt from an angle, jumping to the rope beside her first before launching so she would be angled to go over his shoulder. He would only have a split second to launch at her so he would probably go straight up but even if he snapped his jaws to the side, she should be able to get past him. She aimed to come down over his shoulder and onto his back. From there, she would use her claws to anchor her down his back as she slid until she reached his flanks. From there, she bit down, aiming to grab the flesh right over one of his hips and rip into it before launching herself from his back. She knew it would only be a second before he swung around and grabbed her with his mouth so she acted quickly, knowing that staying out of reach of his jaws and claws was her only chance at survival. She launched herself straight backwards, aiming to come down to the mat behind him and then turn back to face him, backing herself up toward the other corner to see the results of this more daring move. |