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
While the boys were having fun playing their video game and Alexis was out taking her turn for patrol, the young woman was happily curled up within the hammock she and her mate shared. Underneath the cover and surrounded by pillows the curly-haired woman was quite engrossed reading from a rather old large book. In the dim light she read each Norse mythology story as quickly as she could. Raven found it all extremely fascinating. These particular tales had a more darker and twisted turn. She appreciated how honest these stories were. Sometimes the hero didn't win. Sometimes they suffered greatly. It all seemed realistic...to a point...because there were Frost giants, gigantic God animals, and well magic. Once she was finished reading all the stories she would give the book back to Frost. The quicker she returned the book the better condition the book would be in. Raven had no intention of the book being ruined by her hand or others. She was afraid of what sort of retaliation he would bring upon her. His wrath terrified her. As she flipped the page over, finishing up a chapter, she heard her Alpha holler to her. Blue-grey eyes widened as she listened to what he had to say. Placing her bookmark through the page she moved the book over to her bookshelf, where it would be safe, and tousled out of bed. As soon as her feet landed on the floorboard she shifted into her lupine form. A high pitched whine left her as she scrambled out of her room, down the hallway, her paws slamming down hard on the stairs.
Heading outside the Ark she could feel that vacant faint tug start to pull at her knowing that thread belonged to Regan. It had been such a long time since they last saw each other. Why the ebony tiger kept coming and going, she didn't know, but she was excited to see her again even if it might be for a little while. That was the thing about family. Those ties remained, but for how long? Reaching the gangplank she stopped to look around widely for that familiar darker figure of her friend. Her fluffy grey and black tail wagged side to side in a frantic manner. Blue-grey eyes narrowed on the ebony tiger, spotting her, she propelled herself eagerly forward. Reaching Regan she slammed her smaller frame into her, leaning her head against her shoulder. Inhaling her scent Raven buried her muzzle into Regan's side quite content to stand there for a moment. Easily she slid her frame against her wanting to fix Regan's scent and get her back to smelling like them. Moving away from Regan, if only for a moment, she looked at her friend nipping the side of her face gently, in a playful scolding manner, her way of explaining she wasn't happy she had been gone. Gently her voice would press into the tiger's skull.
Sadden blue-grey eyes would look at the tiger for a moment, there was more she wished to say, but she was disrupted by the sound of her mate. Turning her head over she saw that they had an audience. Waving her tail she got up and pressed her head into the tiger's shoulder wanting her to come up. Walking up the gangplank she looked over at Regan a low whine building in her throat, asking for her to come up. Coming up beside Alexis she nuzzled the vixen gently, and moved on to her mate and Alpha, doing the same thing. She was trying to spread Regan's scent to each pack member, a subtle way to ensure that they were at least familiar before Regan came up. Settling herself next to Tobias and Alexis she waited quite eagerly for Regan to join their little family again.