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
She wasn't naive enough to think nothing would come of this whole situation. They didn't exactly have a quiet escape and in the rearview mirror, she could still see the billowing black smoke from the fire they were currently driving away from. She was sure there would be consequences but she wondered if Tetradore would let her help him again when those consequences came or if he'd hide it from her trying to protect her like he liked to do to the rest of the pack. She hadn't expected her alpha to bring up her relationship in the midst of all this but she knew it would come up sooner or later. She'd never meant to make him think she was hiding it or something. No, she wanted to tell Tetradore about Alexander. She just wasn't exactly sure HOW. They weren't really close friends who go off together a lot to gossip and talk about their relationships. Guess now was better than never. He asked if there was a better time and she found her lips curving up as she shook her head slowly and let out a breath, looking again at the billowing smoke in the rearview mirror.
"No, guess not." She finally admitted. When she told him Alexander was her boyfriend, Tetradore only gave a soft sound that gave her absolutely no clue what he was thinking and she furrowed her brows, uncertainty dancing in her eyes as she glanced at him from the passenger seat. At his question of whether she was going to tell him, she felt on the spot suddenly and fidgeted in her seat, trying not to think to her former pack and her father interrogating her as he liked to do on a nightly basis. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "Yes, I just wasn't sure how to bring it up. There always seemed to be something else more important going on at the time. I'm sorry for not mentioning it sooner." An apology seemed warranted and she didn't mean to keep her pack and Tetradore in the dark about it. The Ark was always so full of drama and action that it never seemed that important on the whole of things but maybe she should have made more of an effort.
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