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 easy camaraderie the pair seemed to have found was more enjoyable than Carolina might ever have expected when she had originally been presented with the idea of helping assemble a desk for her boss. Even as they ascended that grand staircase and her muscles groaned at the effort, the light glance she threw at the warlock accompanied by their trading laughter and dry humor somehow made it all worthwhile. Getting an up close view of the fit blonde handling that large box with ease didn't hurt either, even though he had to do so from the uncomfortable angle and having to climb those stairs backwards for her sake. Progress was slow, but their conversation carried on easily enough that it seemed little time at all until they reached the summit of those winding stairs and she directed him down the hallway. This only seemed to further his curiosity about the Ark as his questions continued, perhaps she should have been concerned about the information he was asking for or more taciturn in her answers, but could she truly blame him? She was an extremely curious person herself, a feline trait perhaps but one she had always possessed even before her transition, and as someone who likely would never have stepped inside this boat otherwise nor would he ever get the chance again she answered him as freely and openly as she did most things.
His inquiry about the pack living arrangements and her own was short lived enough as she shifted the conversation towards her companion, for as much information as she had provided him he was rather still an enigma. The original and distinctly sarcastic reply had an easy laugh falling from her lips, though the answer truly provided no insight into the man she honestly expected nothing less from him. Even in the very short time frame the two had worked together she knew their shared sense of humor warranted at least that much. At least he followed it up with some general information which she assumed would likely be true of almost anyone who ended up delivering furniture; despite his original comment she doubted this was anyone's idea of a dream job. And she didn't pry any further, expecting little more from someone who was still effectively a stranger despite the friendship that she felt might be blooming.
Instead she offered that bit of empathy, knowing the feeling all too well herself which also shed the slightest light on her own past though she wondered if Sly would notice it as such as they entered into Tetradore's large office. The luxuriousness of that space, and the Ark in general, was obviously not lost on him as he mentioned their rather cushy surroundings.
That loyalty was about the only thing that would have her hauling up his furniture, and it was something she had seen mirrored throughout most of the pack. Standing up for a moment and glancing around she swiped a hand across her brow, nearly ready to already call a break and head over to the currently abandoned bar. A thought she vocalized and did not miss Sly's quick smirk of approval even as he turned towards her. The sound that left her was no huff of amusement, but a true laugh as her hand moved across her stomach even as her eyes crinkled; it seemed they had reached the point where she was comfortable enough to truly let down her guard for at least a moment.
Glancing around the room once more her attention didn't shift back to her companion until he muttered her name in near question. She was surprised to simply find him standing in the doorway as she approached and they exited into the vacant corridor. Sly appeared a bit uneasy which seemed odd until he inquired about Tobi once more, and a few puzzle pieces fell into place. Carolina gave what little explanation could be made for someone such as the leopard and she did not miss how this information had the blond standing a good deal closer to her than he had been beforehand. She didn't blame him, as much as she liked Tobias he was not someone to be trifled with.
Which is what made it seem like the perfect time to reveal that they might take the elevator back to the main floor instead of the stairs. Her aquamarine gaze trained on warlock's handsome features eagerly awaiting the shock that was no doubt to follow. Even as her own laughter escaped and gave herself away, she didn't miss the widening of his eyes as his mouth dropped open in disbelief. It made the labor of lugging that unwieldy box up the stairs once worth it to see the sheer unabashed surprise wash across him, she always had been one for the long game. She might have been worried she had gone too far were it not for the smile she could see his lips fighting.