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
Tetradore seemed very intent on finding this box, whatever it may be. It wasn't Alexis' business to know but she wanted to help her Alpha, however she could. She could practically smell the tension in the air the longer they worked, as if Tetradore was beginning to worry they might not find the box. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they didn't. Would something bad happen to him or the pack? Just how important was it? She was starting to worry herself when she saw the strange cloth in the crate, her breath catching in her throat. Not even an instant later, Tetradore was at her side and reaching in to take the box. As he opened it, Alexis peeked over his shoulder and saw the coins. Her brows wrinkled in confusion. Surely this couldn't be worth all the worry. It was just money.
She might have asked about it then but Tetradore suddenly looked around at attention and a new smell hit her nostrils. Smoke. Her innate terror of fire made her heart leap into her throat as she gasped and looked around for the source. She didn't know how her Alpha felt about fire but she didn't want to stick around to find out. She wanted out, now. Her body blessedly unfroze for her to run to the closest door, only to find it warm to the touch and the doorknob burnt her hand. A yelp fell from her lips as she jumped back and turned back to Tetradore, her whole body trembling now in utter terror. The dark haired man took a step back from her and the door and when she turned back, she saw the black smoke billowing into the room. Another yelp left her lips as she stumbled back from the door, her eyes already darting, looking for another escape.
She couldn't help but cough as she sharply inhaled, pulling smoke into her lungs and she knew this was bad. This was very bad. They were in an enclosed space with smoke all around them. Even as her eyes started to water with the smoke and her own fear, she could see Tetradore still clinging to that box. Finally a clear thought came to her and her hopes rose. She closed her eyes and pulled on her powers, drawing the bubble around herself and her Alpha to keep out the smoke. There, at least they could breathe easier now. It was a start. Reopening her eyes, she then turned back to the man, blinking in thought as he asked how she got in here originally. Her head snapped around as she thought about it, having lost her sense of direction in all the panic.
Then she gasped and pointed. "There!" She rushed toward the wall and the small hole in the wall there. Black smoke billowed in through it. Chewing on her bottom lip nervously, she turned back to Tetradore. "Should we try it? I don't know if you can fit..." The hole was quite small so she wasn't even sure if her Alpha could fit through there in his human form, let alone his Panther form.
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