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
I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
The lion was less than thrilled of the position he had been placed in, the coyote, for her small stature was quick on her feet. For a first time fighter, she hardly seemed to balk at the violence of the ring. Quite on the contrary, she looked cool and calm and calculated, his own back foot telling him just as much. That slice in his tendon ached, the smell of his own blood pooled in his nostrils and yet, he could also smell that scent of her. Her blood was on his tongue and he was equally as determined to see this fight through. Losing to a mere coyote would hurt his reputation, god, the fights he'd have to win after this. He moved purposefully towards the small little dog, his gait entirely determined. He had every intention of ending this fight, now. Particularly before the blood loss and those wounds upon his legs got the better of him. She watched her back up in that same corner as she had before and yet, Leo hardly intended to fall for that again. Oh no, he kept that distance between them, purposefully moving at his own pace in order to ensure that any abrupt dodging on her part could be countered in time. He would not have a repeat of their last encounter.
He was, in a way, hardly surprised the woman lept away from him. She had clearly shown she knew exactly the sort of damage he could cause if he succeeded in cornering her. His gaze followed her upwards as she delicately balanced on the edge of that pole. His gaze met hers for a brief moment as she stood there, coiled and ready for the attack. He knew she would jump away from him, her whole body seemed to give that away and yet, there was little choice he had in the matter beyond merely waiting for her - something the lion was unwilling to do. He lunged upwards towards her, throwing his weight on the back of his injured legs. His jaws snapped as the lion twisted towards her sudden leap from those ropes. He was hardly prepared for her to gain enough air to sail over him, landing upon his shoulder and down his back. Her dull claws hardly did any damage to the large beast as she slid down his spine. Gravity all too quickly drew the beast downwards just as her teeth bit into his flank. Another roar left his lips as the lion twisted, fully intending to snap at the coyote upon his back only for her to leap away from him and settle on the opposite corner.
He took a step towards her, his leg quite near giving out behind him. A scowl crossed his features, his opposite leg already quivering with the weight required to place on it to make up for his wounds. He tried to take another step towards her, his back legs quite near collapsed under him, sending the lion down onto the mat. Somewhere, a count had begun, that voice echoing over the roaring of the crowd. The very moment that voice got down to one, victory had been declared for Malia.
aiden tetradore
who is in control