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 had been easier than it should have been going back to her old ways. Pick-pocketing, sleight of hand...whatever you wanted to call it. Nadya was a damn professional. She had learned the skill when she lived back with her adoptive pack, or rather the son of the Beta. It had all been for fun back then, not a means of survival as it had become now. Everything was just so...wrong.
Nadya had been patiently waiting, perched on a stone wall of a flower bed, as much of pick-pocketing consisted of. It was fortunate that the better the weather was, the more people would be out which gave her a lot more cover. She really needed some cash for a meal. Her stomach was churning from not eating since yesterday. Perhaps she could have gone back to her brother and asked for money but the last time she was there it hadn't gone well. He said...all kinds of things. It had all been...impossible. What did sink into her was that she no longer had a home there or a pack and so was left with nowhere to go. Sitting and waiting for an opportune moment for a victim left only time for those tumultuous thoughts to roll around in her mind.
She was grateful when she spotted a man distracted talking on his phone. Nadya left her perch and merged with the many shoppers cluttering the sidewalk. She came up the opposite direction from the man who wasn't paying attention to anyone else. It was about timing and creating a counter distraction. Nadya maneuvered herself to conveniently bump her shoulder into the man who only paused his conversation long enough to shoot a sharp glare at her before hurrying along to whine about it to whoever was on the other end of the phone.
The brunette waited until she rounded the corner before pulling her prize from her jacket pocket. The man's wallet. Pompous human. Nadya thumbed through the wallet, pulling all the cash from the large pocket and slipping it into the front of her shirt to tuck in the convenient wallet all women possessed with a bra. Her attention returned to the wallet to flip through the plastic inside, judging each article she came across.
Nadya Tetradore