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 warmth of the alcohol was always a delicious feeling spreading through her. How long she had been out of the scene too. It felt amazing to have a girls night out again. Nadya ordered another round and listened in on one of the girls gossiping about a new customer at the burlesque before a male voice spoke behind her. Nadya twisted about slightly to raise a brow at the young...boy standing there addressing her. The fae girls on either side of her had also ceased their conversation to glance between the boy and Nadya.
His comment on a felines grace only caused her to smirk and roll her eyes but she supposed she could oblige one dance. It had been a while since Nadya had danced anything as classic as swing or salsa but if this boy wanted to dance...let them dance. Nadya accepted his hand to a few soft giggles of the girls, and walked with him to the dance floor though not before passing the dj table. Having been a regular back in the day helped and handing over her ipod was openly accepted by the dj. Nadya led the boy out onto the dance floor and when the music started those first few string to the Santa Maria Tango, slid up close behind him until their bodies were nearly touching. "Try to keep up...pup." She whispered into his ear with a smirk as her hand rose across his chest in that clear invitation to start the dance before sliding sideways and curling back around to his front.
How easily Nadya fell into this exotic steps, her body curving and swaying with each move. Absently she wished she had on her heels, the finesse such footwear gave not lost on her. However, this boy who looked far too young to have been allowed in this bar, was meeting those heated moves quite easily as they tangoed across the dance floor to a very attentive crowd. Oh how Frost was going to eat him alive.
Nadya Tetradore