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
:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::
Posted on July 11, 2014 by Tobias
For a moment those dark eyes linger upon Birdie before turning back towards Nadya, the woman paused at the edge of his hammock, her words seeing his own head tilt slightly once more, gaze lingering once more upon Birdie as he seems to perceive the phrase. It is simply the truth of nature that he himself prefers his own kind, prefers to sleep with pack above all, curling himself about Nadya or Tetradore, those rare moments in which all three are given to rest together by far the time in which he is most relaxed. He is their protector, a role perhaps self-assigned to a certain extent, the boy seeming to attempt to protect both his adopted siblings against the world itself, even when he cannot entirely perceive it. He is content only when they are together, sleeps peacefully only in those moments in which they lay in a tangled heap around one another. Yet, in the lack of his siblings he has been given, perhaps, to turn more and more towards the she-wolf, seeking her company and presence, replacing his pack mates on occasion with the other woman, slowly having grown used to her scent. She does not smell as a cat, she is not pack and yet still he seeks the warmth she offers in the night, head tilting perhaps in some confusion as Birdie moves to leave, unable fully to comprehend her own displeasure and hurt in Nadya's words, merely beliving the wolf simply desires to sleep alone as his own thoughts return to Naddy.
"Goodnight...Birdie."
Perhaps tonight, on Nadya's command, she will not be joining them and yet some part of himself is still content to offer the woman something. He is a selfish creature perhaps, bound entirely to the ways of pack and yet for all his...eccentricities he is...perhaps....the most accepting of his group, seeming to have turned a blind eye to the canine he has so often shared his bed with, merely desiring her closeness, content to remain oblivious to her species though indeed tonight he is entirely pleased to have Nadya where he is assured she belongs, beside him, her blackened form moving to rub away Birdie's before wrapping around himself, the heat of her form an utterly pleasing thing that sees the deviants own shift occur, the man replaced with the leopard form that purrs it's ready satisfaction, form wrapping around her own in turn until the pair are tangled as they should be. Golden eyes linger a final time upon the direction Birdie has gone before his attention returns to his pack mate, jaws parting to lick at her ear, smoothing the fur there until he is content with his work, another purr released before he settles entirely into the warmth and allows his own sleep to come
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push