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
Walking was therapeutic. It helped ease his mind, cleanse his thoughts, and get him ready for the next day. He enjoyed his walks in the evenings, enjoying watching the sun begin to set. He had been at the beach, surfing. But when he began to have trouble seeing the shore in the dark, he began to head back to his modest home.
He lived pretty close to the beach, so it didn't take long. He dropped his board and showed, putting on a simple pair of jeans and a button-down shirt. It was a bit formal for a walk, but it was comfortable, at least to Ashton. He walked nowhere in particular, his thoughts resting on just about anything. He was restless tonight and he couldn't figure out why.
It was surprising that he recognized the blur of a woman as she ran past him. He called out her name, wondering if she had even heard him. Heck, did she even recognize him? It had been too long. After that awkward surfing lesson at the beach, Ashton had avoided seeing her, regretfully. The thoughts she caused and the physical reaction he had when he was close to her scared him. He felt like he was losing himself when he was around her, but he couldn't shake the affection he felt for her.
Thankfully, she did recognize his voice and nearly hit the pavement trying to slow herself down. He offered her a smile as she came up to him. "Just out on a walk. I could ask you the same question." His question was still laced with that thick southern accent. No matter how long he stayed in Sacrosanct, the accent remained the same. "How have you been?" He supposed he was at fault for being the reason they hadn't had any conversations recently. After all, he had been freaked out by his attraction to her. It was just attraction, it wasn't really anything to fear. And yet, his experience had shown and he began to wonder if he was the right person for her. He supposed he would just be friendly and hope she had forgiven him for ghosting her.