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
years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.
It was truly curious - the woman whom had once come to steal from the very depths of his ship had now returned to request a job from hisstaff, all the while outright ignoring the Alpha in favor of one of the members of his pack. True, she may be his Beta's mate, and by extension a Beta herself even if Tetradore had never truly recognized such a title. And yet, it still irked the part of the man that aligned so entirely with that dominance. Irking the Were-King was a far greater sin than merely ignoring his subordinate, even if the man had little interest in most of the day to day affairs. His emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Raven's own gaze turned upwards and yet, he met that shrug upon the woman's features with a look of cool apathy. For now, Tetradore chose to remain silent as he contemplated his own decision of how to handle the matter. He listened, all the same, as Carolina spoke of some talisman Tobias had, much less her failure to retrieve such an item. It was, however, the mention of the Cat's Meow that prompted a snort from the man's nose. It had been nearly a year since he had seen his sibling. That rift between them had widened into chasms and yet, it was so very like her to take in some thief of a woman under her wing, as long as the girl dressed nice and seemed fairly put together. Perhaps his sister and Raven had something in common after all beyond their choice in men.
Tetradore could feel that brush within his mind, the familiar tone of Raven's voice pressing into his very thoughts. His lips pressed together as he considered her words and yet, he hardly offered her any indication of one way or another. Rather, his gaze fluttered over the young woman's physic in a purely judgmental fashion. She was pretty, he could admit that. She would certainly make good tips amongst the men that frequented his establishment. She seemed head strong, at least, enough so to avoid the sometimes handsy nature that came with alcohol, adrenaline and testosterone. She was firm enough and confident enough to handle any of the...cattier females that visited the hull and certainly wasn't the type to balk at the viciousness of the fights. In those traits alone she might be a worthwhile employee. And yet, still, Tetradore hesitated to accept her quite so easily. For all of her redeeming qualities, she had certainly failed to do any research at all regarding the very place she had waltzed into. Perhaps it was her past experiences with Raven that had prompted her to seek to placate the lupine first, or perhaps it was his own absence the last time she was within the Ark. At the very least he hoped she was aware enough of just what the Ark was.
Tetradore's attention refocused upon Raven as the young woman began to speak, admitting that, were it her choice, she was more than willing to give the woman a second chance. At the very least, Tetradore was pleased that Raven at least, had acknowledged her own position within the hierarchy. That very rigidness of their social structure kept their pack in tact for a reason. Although he hardly wished to be forced into reminding the wolf where she stood, it was hardly beneath him to do so. His gaze slid towards Carolina herself in those brief moments, inquisitive to watch that very realization sink into the woman, if she might provide him such satisfaction. As it was, however, Tetradore was hardly the type to leave things lingering for dramatics sake. He knew what that was like far too well. A sigh left his lips as he leaned against the banister. "Six months probationary period. If I get any complaints of theft, she's gone. If I don't hate her at the end of six months you can keep her." It was the best offer she was going to get from him, all things considered. If Raven was so determined to give her a try, then so be it. Tetradore, admittedly, cared little for his own business and yet, the Were-King hardly had any interest in dealing with the fallout involved with hiring less than savory employees either.
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