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
mira
Mira and the rust hued wolf were left in a lethal face off, when that blackness had overtaken her vision. It was like someone had turned off the lights, but she still possessed her hearing. It had to be the other wolf's powers that had wreaked havoc on her sense. Not having her eyes, well that had sent a shrill line of terror through her very form, it only fueled that lava, having her form glowing brilliantly. If only the she-wolf could control her own panicked thoughts long enough so she could use her other senses to fight, properly. She was an admirable fighter, but without eyesight? It hindered her. Hindered, but it did not stop her.
Regardless, Mira took a brazen step forward at the very least hoping she could fight without sight, it felt terribly vulnerable. But at least she could rest assured that a pack mate lingered nearby. She sent out tendrils of lava like feelers, she heard a piercing yip and it was that burst of sound alone that betrayed his whereabouts. Mira took no time, lurching her body forward that sound, or so she thought, missing him near entirely. That lava was shooting out from her paws through the sand attempting to find him once more. It was the whirring sound of arrows singing through the air that caused her to flinch, even while simultaneously flooding with relief. Those arrows that had punctured the rust hued wolf's flesh had only served to enrage him. It should have ended him, he was like a pin cushion with all those arrows sticking out of him. That vicious snarl escaping the threshold of his bared, glinting teeth. Yet all was not lost. Those arrows that had made their mark had caused his powers to falter. He was not a strong wolf considering her old Alpha had kept the wolves beneath him, purposely stunted. She could have breathed a sigh of relief at having her sight returned. She waiting but a breath of a second as if reading the wounded wolf's condition before launching toward him.. again. Their bodies collided and this time Mira had the upper hand.
"You won't escape him you know.. there are more of us than there are of you.." His voice irritated her as it flooded within her mind. That threat easily spilled before that lava bleeds out of her body, encasing him eating flesh and bone with distinct ease that it almost disturbed her. It was only thing using her powers on inanimate objects, it was another to claim flesh.
"Maybe. I'll take my chances. Your leader is a coward who couldn't even be bothered come himself." She spat, reaching out as that cry of pain leaves him. That lava intensifying, her body was now a charred black creature of myth, cracked exposing the lava that lingered beneath the surface. "Too bad you won't be here to see it." With a mighty snap of her teeth and pinning him beneath her, he soon sinks into the sand, lifeless. That lava claiming him resolutely, it not stopping until it met sand once more. The smell of burnt wolf should have made her sick to her stomach and yet it didn't. She stepped away from that corpse, saying goodbye to yet another piece of her past that hardly wanted to let her go. It hardly had to go this way if they simply left her alone. This was not a fight she was looking to have.. But it was fight she would have nonetheless.
There was hardly much chance of a reprieve when the next wolf attacks her.. the others maintaining their distance. That previous fight had given them time to close that distance. Was that fear in their eyes or something else? She could hardly be bothered, she hadn't the luxury to hesitate.
The new-to-the-party grey wolf that attacks her was unorganized and perhaps she feels bad for what she must do. It was in this moment, she knew she could have them all. She had no choice. In an instant, a billowing explosion of toxic ash shoots out from her. Inky black suffocating clouds pummeling and rolling out incasing those wolves before her in a consuming pit of despair. She could hear those gasps in the murk. the more they took in a breath the more of that substance fills their lungs, she could feel each particle and the damage she was inflicting upon them. Mira contains that ash in a sphere around them, her hold sturdy. She had hoped Alexis could manage to keep her wolves at bay while she lay focus on her slipping control of her powers. Only when she heard those rasped out choking coughs cease did she let that ash recede, slowly revealing the bodies upon the sand below. An almost weary sigh escapes her lips as she let that molten spill out once with a morose purpose, to let that lava eat what was left before turning to meet Alexis. Those glowing golden eyes were relieved to see her whole.
There were wolves in the distance that began turning away as if abandoning their assault. "I think we did it... Are you ok? I had not a single clue you could fight like that. You are one badass fox.. She reached out to her packmates mind, drawing forward, accepting this as a victory even if it hardly felt like one. She paused a moment before admitting.. "If it were not for you.. I would hate to imagine the outcome. I don't think I would be standing here now." Yes, she was powerful.. but with those numbers, they could overpower her.. not easily.. but she would hate to imagine what would happen. "I owe you one Alexis.