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
It was clear that someone could have told her about her situation far before it got to this part. The staff members who chose to snicker behind their hands could have said something, but then, there's no telling what kind of face Tobias was giving them unbeknownst to her. Obviously his look was enough to send Jackal on his way and Jackal was usually pretty good about letting others know about stuff like this. Surely, he would have told her if Tobias hadn't incessantly stopped him from speaking. At least Alexander or Tetradore hadn't seen her like this. It was already embarassing enough that half the staff on the Ark must have passed them in the hall before she found out.
She seemed to have thrown Tobias for a loop when she chose to ask him who drew on her face if it wasn't him. It took him some time to absorb it, but slowly she started to see the wheels turning as his eyes lit up. He clearly had come up with a good answer. He blamed the artwork on none other than his wife and her best friend, Raven. She scowled thoughtfully, pretending to mull it over, though she was well aware who the true culprit was. Still, she wanted to drag this out, if only for her own entertaining purposes. What else did she have to do today, after all? So she shook her head with a heavy sigh. "Then I guess we have no choice but to confront her. Maybe Tetradore should be in on it, too. That way he knows what his pack members are up to."
She put a determined look on her face, like she'd like nothing better than to bring Raven to justice. In reality, she would hate to have to show the drawings to anyone else, but she was willing to sacrifice her humility, if only to see if Tobias could keep up the show in front of others that knew him like his own alpha and wife. She let him absorb that before she brushed past him, walking with purpose toward Raven and his room. "Come on, let's find Raven."
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