West
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.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
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.
What You'll Find Here
Cull & Pistol
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
Noah's Ark
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
Syn
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
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Posted on October 21, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
This all had to be a dream, because there was no possible way this could be real. The young woman was so sure that she would eventually wake up and find herself still locked up within that metal cage. She was so sure that all of this was just a fantasy that she dreamt up after she was knocked out or when she was trapped within her mind while her feral self was running rampant. At times when she thought she was in doubt she would pinch herself to make sure that she really wasn't imagining everything. Of course none of this was all just a fantasy in her head. Although she had no idea how she would imagine her mate, her Alpha, and all the friends she made. Perhaps reading books and being left alone for a long amount of time really helped expand her imagination. She was extremely grateful for how her life had turned out. When she was younger the idea of marrying a man, even finding a mate, seemed quite impossible. The only thing she expected to occur in her dismal life was to remain exactly where she was, trapped and unwanted with the only pack she knew.
If someone were to tell her back then that she would be living with a pack that loved her, and planning a wedding to marry her mate, well she would have thought they were lying to her. Most girls began planning their weddings once they developed a crush. They would practice writing their crush's last name next to their own. Sometimes playing silly games to ensure that their fates were entwined and they would meet at the altar. They would already begin to imagine what sort of dress they would wear, the flowers that would be used for their bouquet, and the types of decoration they would use for the special event. These were things that Raven did not conjure up when she was just a pup. She wished she did though, because it would making planning her wedding now just a bit easier. The only wedding she ever witnessed was the marriage between a Britain civilian and the King of Italy. The whole ceremony was...well...it put her in such an awed state. Everything about the wedding was glorious...and it wasn't a good thing for her to use it as a starting point to plan her own wedding.
Luckily her witch friend was there to help her with everything. In just a few short weeks she would be getting hitched. For now though it was difficult to focus on these good things, because her mind was slowly creeping to the negative. It wasn't her fault for her mind to be turning to those darker thoughts. When Tetradore died she was thinking how wonderful everything was going for her. So, why shouldn't she expect something bad to happen right before the wedding? In just a little while she will be leaving Sacrosanct with her mate on a grand adventure for their honeymoon. Which meant she would be far away from all her duties here to help Tetradore run the business. If she could get all the work done then Tetradore wouldn't have to do much of it while she was gone. Finishing up her lunch downstairs she went back into Tetradore's office/bedroom, sitting behind his desk to work on a few things. It was the soft feminine 'hello' that caused the woman to lift her head up from the paperwork. Blue-grey eyes watched as the young Fae timidly took a few steps into Tetradore's room.
There were a lot of things that baffled her with this scenario. There was a Fae child here that knew her mate and Alpha, and she knew well the boys weren't ones that befriended children, and the child was here all alone. Lifting her head slightly, she inhaled softly, taking in the scents. Yes, the child was indeed alone which was quite peculiar, because no parent would leave their child unattended. Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment as she thought this all through. Why would a child, a Fae child know them? She couldn't recall a conversation from them about coming across a Fae. Her eyes would shift towards the papers in her small hand. Slowly the woman got out from the chair and approached the girl carefully, attempting to not startle her. Her own hands would brush the sleeves from her hoodie upwards, her arms littered with scars that zig and zagged everywhere. Extending her own hand to take the papers she gave the girl a small, warm smile before she spoke.