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
Gently her shoulder would brush against his own as she settled standing next to him. Looking over at Sterling she gave him a small smile. Maybe they should have met each other before this. They could have had dinner. Tried to get to know one another. Maybe settle him down and give a crash course about Weres right before they jumped in on this venture. Raven offered to answer any questions Sterling had, because he was sure to have them in the first place! Being turned down to answer any questions wasn't really surprising. Quietly she nodded her head in agreement as Henry was willing to explain that Sterling could open up and ask whatever sort of questions he had. Feeling fingers tugging on her sleeve she looked over seeing a familiar pair of green eyes looking at. With a subtle nod of agreement she murmured her response softly.
If Raven didn't feel the pressure before she surely felt it now! Unsure of how to handle this she looked over at Sterling trying to figure out just what she was going to do or even say. Taking a step forward she sat down in a chair next to him. As the two boys walked to the other side of the room she turned her focus onto the warlock. How was she supposed to make a person, she didn't know, trust anything she said? Well, if she was in his shoes what would she want to know? Pulling some of her golden brown curls out of face she sighed softly attempting to try to answer those questions that she would surely have if their positons were switched.
Well, it was true! Their small pack was their family. All of them were connected to each other. No one in their little group would betray or harm the other for any reason. Henry was in their pack. Sure, it was by mistake, but sometimes mistakes were a good thing. Between her and Tetradore Sterling and Henry had nothing to worry about. Hearing the familiar sound of bones cracking and popping she looked over to see the two of them shifting. That growl from Henry caused her body to grow still for a moment anticipating for anything, and when Henry didn't react in a negative manner she looked over to Sterling. It wasn't hard to notice that he was getting more upset. Grabbing one of his hands she gently tugged it speaking his name softly getting him to focus on her. Keeping her voice calm and steady she slowly began to explain to the man just what their intentions were going to be.
For a moment she paused looking over at the two large ebony cats. Seeing Tetradore bump and growl at Henry she looked over at Sterling.
As Tetradore started to come forward she let go of Sterling's hand gesturing for Sterling to focus on him as she spoke.