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
The cool breeze plucked at her light jacket and sent her hair swirling around her face as she walked the deck of the Ark. Anything was better than being in there right now. She could hear the gutteral roars of the men inside, getting off on watching Were's tear each other to pieces. Okay, so no one actually died in the Arena, but sometimes it sounded like they might as well with all the yelps and screams she'd hear from time to time. The very idea made her skin crawl. She hated the idea of violence without necessity. She knew this was Tetradore's life and the rest of the pack seemed to embrace it. She had nothing against them for it but she couldn't bring herself to be present in the Ark when it was going on. She usually found herself out here, trying to distract herself from what was going on inside by focusing more on what was going on outside the Ark.
Tonight was no different. It was peaceful, at least at first. Then she heard a howl that made her brows pinch together in confusion. They sounded close, and the howl seemed to have a purpose in mind, a message, but they weren't of her pack so why make your presence known so close to another pack's territory? It just didn't make sense to her. She would have shrugged it off if not for another howl just moments later, this one closer and with even more purpose to it. Something was up and it didn't feel right. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. Deciding to go with her gut, she walked off the ramp of the Ark and headed toward the beach, following the howl. She knew better than to just waltz on, letting her natural power of silence muffle her steps as she moved closer to the sounds of...a gun shot?
She'd know that sound anywhere, having run into many a hunter while in her fox form. But why was someone shooting so close to the Ark? Sure, she knew the humans had gang wars and such but never usually this close. Tetradore and the rest of the pack seemed to keep them all at bay. Something pulled at her and before she knew it, she was running toward the sound. In another life time, she wouldn't have hesitated to run the opposite way, focused only on her own survival. But she was different since she had to made a choice and kill her own father to save her own skin. Now she wanted only to help others who might feel as helpless as she did and she couldn't help but fear for other Were's when the shot was so close to her own pack's territory. As she broke through the tree line onto the sand, she froze in her tracks, a gasp dying on her lips as she took in the scene.
It looked like another pack was chasing a lone figure and at first she didn't know who that lone figure was. She'd never seen Mira shift into this ethereal being of ash and lava. She'd only seen the wolf form. But something familiar tugged at her and her pack bond was strong enough now to sense that a pack mate was in danger, if only from her close proximity. Instantly, her eyes narrowed and she twitched her wrist, a bow materializing into her hands as she notched three arrows, aimed, and shot, all in one breath. One arrow aimed for the arm of the man holding the gun, aiming to make him drop it so he couldn't get another shot off. The other two aimed for any wolf close enough to attack Mira. She'd have three more notched in no time, standing her ground as she waited to see what they would do next.
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