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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask .Mira.
Posted on February 09, 2019 by Raven Cain
The she-wolf was hoping that if she and Azrael approached the Council with evidence of the horror that was going on within that building that the Council would be willing to intervene. If they knew that there were supernatural creatures being treated like livestock surely they would be willing to put a stop to it. Whether or not the Dark Hunters hated their kind or not even they would know morally this was all unacceptable. Unfortunately that was not the case. Just like when she told them about the Dark Hunter that tortured and held her and Frost captive the Dark Hunter refused to believe the she-wolf. When she showed them her memory of that vile place of those poor souls caged they assumed it was a trick. However, when Azrael produced his own evidence, including the brochure that contained the photos and price of the individuals being sold, the Council held some interest. Some members on the council had some sympathy for those souls being sold. Though the majority of members felt like this was an acceptable thing for her species to be treated this way. Some going as far to say that since they were part animal they deserved to be owned. Ultimately the decision was made and Raven knew it was a terrible one.
In her opinion it was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. How dare the Council decide to do nothing. Their reason was asinine. Even though the creatures being bought and sold might belong to their city that didn't mean the Council would do anything to save them. The building where this despicable act was being taken place didn't belong within the city's boundaries. In fact the building didn't belong in any city's boundaries. It was in no man's land. Therefore, whatever actions were taking place there it wasn't their concern. Even if those bought creatures resided in Sacrosanct before. But when Azrael beseeched them to reconsider, especially on the fact that the creatures were being bought tor the vampire bars that were within the city limits, being used for their blood it was as if the Dark Hunters didn't care at all. Even given the idea that more of the supernatural creatures within the city would be kidnapped and taken to a place like this they didn't seem to care to protect their own citizens safe. They went to so far as to argue how could all those trapped souls even belong to Sacrosanct...they could have came from anywhere else, even if there cities of a large population hours and hours away. Once again the Council was showing they had zero concern or care about the supernatural creatures that lived here. Raven was sure that all or most members of the Council were being paid off to look the other way. It was disgusting.
It was rare to see Raven in a foul mood. Usually she was in a happier state. Of course she had her days when she was sad, but overall she seemed content, satisfied with everything. The lupine was pacing furiously back and forth on the deck of the Ark. The fresh sea air did little to calm her down. Mumbling under her breath she shook her head as she spoke to herself. Tobias and Tetradore were out and about for the day doing whatever it was they wished to do together. Alexis was spending time with that Dark Hunter she was seeing. Henry was doing whatever it was he wished to do and Mira was well, somewhere. It would be time to prepare for dinner and yet she wasn't really in the mood to cook for everyone. They could do pizza tonight. Because right now she needed a moment to herself. She wished she could do something to fix this wrong and make it right. But what could she do? Raven knew it would be a death trap if she attempted to go to that building by herself and attempt to stop the activities going on there. With a heavy sigh she shook her head miserably as she continued her pacing, trapped within her own troubled mind.