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
She lifted a brow when he explained what his weird French stuff meant. "Really? That's a figure of speech? It's common sense. Of course dogs have puppies." Then her eyes got big. "Wait...how would that work for Were's? Like, if Tobias and Raven have kids....would they be wolves or jag-cat thingy's?" It was a random thought that popped in her head. Might as well ask in case he knew how that worked. She was curious. Then he spoke in Spanish. She had to admit. It sounded very exotic and....almost sexy when he spoke it. She watched his lips form all the words and it was like watching a fat rabbit nibbling on grass. Her mouth started salivating. Then he asked her to guess what he'd said. She made her best guess but he shook his head and told her she got part of it. She smirked and tilted her head. "Which part?" Then they talked about Tobias and Raven a little bit more. She hadn't intended to stare for so long, too lost in her own thoughts, but next thing she knew, Tetradore was asking what. Her eyes widened in surprise as she glanced up, searching his expression as she tried to figure out what to tell him. Finally she smiled and shook her head. "Just....imagining what it would be like. To have someone like that. To feel complete." She figured he would just clam up anyway if she brought up his past and feelings. It was best just to make it about her. He seemed more open as long as she talked about someone other than himself. He said he could help her meet Mira and she smiled. She wondered herself what the other Were was like. Then he brought up sports cars and her riding in one with him. She couldn't help her teasing about his driving skills and was amused to find him looking indignant. He said he was good and she giggled. "Fine, but I'm not just going to take your word for it. I want proof. So pick out something good." She smirked, her eyes twinkling. She teased him about being lazy and rich, watching him run a hand through his hair. It was so unruly and wild, like a fur coat. He agreed that it sounded like him and she giggled again. All too soon they were in front of the house. She listened but couldn't hear the dog behind the fence. Maybe the man had gotten rid of him. Hopefully he didn't shoot him or something. She scowled. She could still smell the dog, but it was faint, like he hadn't been in the backyard for a few hours at least. Her gaze went back to him when he said they just needed to do something with the dog and get the painting. She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Genius. I never would have thought of that." She mumbled with a smirk. Then he crouched and threaded his hands together, telling her he'd help her up. "What a gentleman." She smiled before stepping forward, her hand squeezing his shoulder gently as she stepped into his hands and let him lift her up the fence. Grabbing the edge, she pulled herself up and over, landing lithely on the other side. So far, so good. No dog came running after her. In fact, he was nowhere around, but there was evidence of him being here. A tennis ball lay chewed up a few feet away. An old weathered dog house sat in the opposite corner, a stake with a chain attached to it led out away from the doghouse and toward the back door of the house. There was no collar on the other end. She scowled, turning to wait for Tetradore. "The dog may be in the house. We have to be careful. He'll alert the human." |