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
Arya had grown restless sitting around her apartment for the day. Normally when she had the day off from the aquarium, she spent it sleeping and relaxing. Today however, she wanted nothing more than to move around. Usually on days like this she would go to the beach, shift, and swim in the waves. However when she drove by the coast line, the beach was packed for as far as she could see; even her favorite rocky spot to hide and shift in because no one ever went there was being traversed by teenagers. It was disheartening to have to accept defeat and return home. Now she was left rolling about on her couch, trying desperately to come up with something for her to do that could possibly compare to swimming. There was no way she was going to a bar and there weren't any good movies out that she wanted to spend the money or time to go see. She sighed, perhaps just taking a walk would help her calm down.
The young brunette woman bundled herself in a warm hoodie and Jean's before she began her aimless walk. She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, or if there was any destination at all. She was content to just walk, and breathe the...somewhat fresh air of the west side. To some this was considered the bad side of town, but for as long as she had lived here she had never been bugged by any of the...unsavory residents, so she found no reason to fear walking by herself; plus it was midday anyway and no one was that bold. Arya was content to get lost in her thoughts and daydreams while she walked, mindlessly making her way through town. The day was nice, a little chilly but the breeze was welcomed by the cold loving girl. The young were was more than a little oblivious to where she seemed to subconsciously be headed.
Small meowing drew her attention back to the world around her. Amber eyes blinked in surprise as she scanned her surroundings, trying to figure out just how far she had walked without really realizing where she was headed. The towering ship ahead of her made her even more surprised. Of all the places, why had she found herself at the Ark again? There was no reason to be here, and yet it seemed like her feet had brought her here. Soft meowing drew her from her thoughts once more, Arya shaking her head free from them before looking around for the source of the sound. There was a tiny, scraggly looking black kitten tucked under a bench along the walkway. Instinctively she slowly walked over to it, crouching down to the tiny thing as it shivered, meowing almost pathetically.