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
Sterling could hardly help the hesitance that filled him at the sight of Henry's creature. That animal had never reacted well to him, even in spite of all of his efforts. The first time, the cat had run away from him, the second time, the feline attacked him and now, as the panther settle on the floor with his tail flicking, he looked more akin to ready to pounce than anything else. Sterling was well aware of Raven's hands upon his own as the girl attempted to reassure him that she surely spoke animal far more than he did. It was a fact that Sterling couldn't quite aruge. He gave her an altogether weak simper, only for his gaze to turn back towards the animal, entirely uncertain what to do to make Henry less curious in him...unless curious was good? His eyebrows furrowed. He watched as the larger panther moved closer towards him, the second animal moving with far more purpose then his own boyfriend. Sterling was tense as the animal approached, only for the large feline to rub up against his figure, that deep rumbling purr echoed in his throat. It caught him off guard, that sound, his own comment only seemed to prompt a small nod from the woman at his side, assuring him that it was rare to hear such a sound.
He ran his hands through Henry's maker's fur, doing his best to follow Raven's instructions. His efforts, however, were interrupted by the girl's voice as his gaze followed the woman towards the figure of his own boyfriend. His bright blue eyes lingered on the form of the man, the creature noticeably more relaxed than he'd ever seen him before. Slowly, Sterling nodded in brief understanding, even though he was unsure of what was to come next. His gaze lingered upon Henry's form as the man slowly shifted closer, sniffing tentatively at his skin. He could hardly help that small glimpse of worry on his features before Henry nuzzled his knee. That small gesture was certainly far more affection then he'd ever received from the feline before. A small glance of surprise crossed his features as he glanced upwards at Raven, the woman assuring him that this was a very good start. Start? There would be...more of these meetings? That suggestion of the full moon prompted a small flutter of nervousness within his chest as Sterling slowly nodded. "Oh...okay..." He responded, agreeing to her suggestion. If she thought it was important then...he supposed he'd try to be here for his boyfriend.
The last thing he anticipated however, was for Raven to release her hold upon his hands, instead uttering something about bed and being finished. Were they just going to leave now? Was that...safe? He glanced down towards Henry and the bright blue eyes that stared upwards at him. "All right," He muttered softly, only to add, "It was nice to meet you Raven." This had gone far better than he had anticipated if this was it.
STERLING TENEMBRAGE