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
Earlier in the day the young woman woke up at the crack of dawn feeling absolutely restless. Usually she had an enjoyable sleep feeling well rested only if she had been asleep beside her abnormal mate. All her life she succumbed to those terrifying images barely getting a wink of sleep. The man was not only her protector during the day, but at night his very presence seemed to keep those horrifying nightmares away. Tobias was not aware that he was the very reason why she could get sleep. She was always happy to curl up against him within their hammock, or after a bit of fun within their bed. In the middle of the night Raven was unaware that her mate had left her. She only noticed he left her when she woke up screaming. Unable to get herself to fall back to sleep she prepared herself for the day, taking a shower and getting dressed. Using the bond between herself and her pack she noticed that Tobias' and Tetradores' strings were far away. Alexis was off with her mystery man. Henry was spent the night with Sterling. Making breakfast would not be a chore she needed to deal with today.
After making herself breakfast she went into Tetradore's room/office using this opportunity to finish a couple of things for their business. By the time she was finished it was lunch time and no one returned home. However, she wasn't concerned at all about where they all were. Everyone always came home. Besides, if there was ever anything wrong she would know if the plucked that unseen cord that tied everyone together. Sitting at the bar downstairs she munched quietly on her turkey sandwich hardly paying attention to the workers that were slowly getting the place prepared for another night of business. Although she had a book open to read she wasn't paying attention and reading anything from it at all. Instead her mind was focused on far too many things. She was thinking about the wedding and then what all needed to be done. Then her mind would waver towards what her witch friend was up to and thinking that tonight she ought to spend some time with her, missing her presence. Even though the two of them were planning her wedding together she wanted to do something fun with her. She tried in vain to think about these positive things, because in the back of her mind lurking were those nightmares that tormented her.