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 30, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
Sitting atop of the counter the young woman was staring at the page of a rather beaten up old cookbook. Although she wasn't really reading any of the ingredients or instructions. She wasn't thinking about food at all. Her mind was rolling over those dark thoughts that seemed to appear with merriment to help her sink into an anxious state. It wasn't her fault that her mind had wandered towards that dark alley adjacent to memory lane. Tobias and Tetradore were not here. Now, she was used to the two of them disappearing for a day or two. Her Alpha always gave her a heads up when they were going to be gone. Sometimes it was for business and sometimes pleasure. It never bothered her when they were gone, because she knew they would come back. However, this time it was all...different. No one had told her anything. Earlier that morning when she found her deviant companion not curled up at her side she assumed he was sleeping in Tetradore's room, harassing the staff, or going about his peculiar routine. By the time she had made breakfast neither wildcat was there to greet her in the kitchen, and they always came down to have a food...because food was life for them. When she went into Tetradore's office she was puzzled to see they weren't in there at all. There was a note on his desk. It had her name, some scribbled lines, and the drawing of a car and two stick figures.
If this was Tobias' attempt to tell her they went for a drive why didn't either of them tell her...and why didn't Tetradore write the note? Perhaps her mate wanted to show off to the green-eyed man his ability to write her name. Writing was a new thing he was learning and he could only write a few words, but he was proud of what he could transcribe. Later in the day when it was lunch time she attempted to give them a call, but never reached anyone. She would hear one dial tone and then nothing which made her assume they were in a dead spot. There were some areas within the city that didn't have great cellular service. As the day continued onto the evening she had succumbed to thinking the absolute worse. A bit dramatic? Sure it was. The lupine knew neither of them would run away and leave her, and the pack they had. Ever since their time at Yosemite Park he and the panther were becoming closer to the point where he mentioned she would be his future sister-in-law. And Tobais was her mate and they were engaged. So, clearly there was no need for her to think they would abandon her. Unless her spotted companion had no interest in tying the knot.
No. No, that was wrong. All of it was wrong. They wouldn't leave. They were just out doing whatever it is thy wanted to do. Growling softly she shook her head, attempting to dismiss those voices in her head that were trying to lead her down this incorrect hypothetical path. With a defeated sigh she looked at the cookbook in her hand. She needed to busy herself, but she had already completed the tasks that needed to be done. Alexis was out and about with that Dark Hunter the pack had yet to meet. Henry was somewhere. Probably with Sterling, actually hopefully with Sterling. Regan was slinking around where it was she wished to be, perhaps with Malia. She could go out for a run through the West, stretch her legs a bit and try to keep her mind from thinking those ridiculous negative thoughts. Perhaps she would do that later tonight before she went to bed. At least exhausting herself out would help her sleep. For now though she remained sitting atop the countertop, renewing her focus on the cookbook, attempting to find a recipe that was simple to follow, but a dish that would calm her nerves.