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
That night when Azrael brought her back to the Ark she spoke nothing about the events that occurred to her mate. All she wanted to do was curl up in his arms and lay her head on his chest, and listen to his heart beat. Raven didn't want to think about those broken souls trapped within those cages and being sold to some horrific creature. To know their kind was seen as livestock was unbelievable. Just because they were part animal didn't mean they deserved to be treated in such a way. Seeing those creatures trapped within their cage she could recall their eyes filled with no life. When that chained collar was placed around her neck it was the final straw for her sanity, she could no longer function. All that terror she felt at a young age came haunting back. Raven had to remind herself that she was okay. That she would never experience that terror ever again. Lying in bed, awake in the darkness, she nestled closer to her mate as his arms wrapped around her protectively. But after that night she couldn't help, but think about those poor souls. Raven hoped, with Azraels' help, that they could persuade the Council to act. The lupine knew she should have known better. The Dark Hunters cared for themselves and no one else. They didn't believe in correcting a terrible wrong. With a helpless shrug Raven turned away from Mira, shaking her head.
Turning sharply around to look over at Mira she took a deep breath and started to speak quickly.
Blue-grey eyes held a defeated look in them as she shook her head and turned away from Mira. Raven could feel that anger start to boil up. Oh, how she hated the Council. They were useless, utterly useless. With a low growl Raven began to pace once more. Lifting her head she looked over the deck to see some crates sitting on the deck. Those crates didn't belong to her pack. Which meant they could be utilized for something else. Lifting her arms up those heavy crates began to levitate, violently she shoved her arms forward and those crates slammed forcefully across the street into the side of a bricked warehouse. Turning to face Mira she folded her arms and spoke with an exasperated tone.
Hearing the sound of people shouting she turned around to see various workers on the dock run towards those busted crates. They hollered at one another asking what had happened. There was a part of Raven that felt guilty, because it was her fault that the crates were broken. However, there was another side of her that felt no guilt in her actions at all. Tense shoulders suddenly slacked as a heavy sigh was released. Speaking softly she closed her eyes and hung her head, feeling exhausted after explaining everything to Mira.