West
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.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Black Market
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.
What You'll Find Here
Cull & Pistol
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
Noah's Ark
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
Syn
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 devil's knocking at my door.
Posted on June 22, 2024 by Nikita
As she lay there, under the cover of the foliage, her eyes drift closed and she listens. She can hear the hooting of an owl. The called out warnings of a predator in their midst. Her mind chuckles at the thought. Her? A threat? Not likely. Not in this...state. She lays her large head on her forelegs and gives a whoomph of breath and a twitch of her whiskers. The few smaller creatures that had let their curiosity get the better of them startle at the movement and scurry back into the undergrowth and away from her. She sighs and closes her eyes, content to simply be alive and in one piece. Mostly.
An unknown passage of time later her ear twitches. Her eyes open slowly and focus will all the strength left in the battered body. Something is moving through the forest. Something large. She gets her paws beneath her with the silence of her kind and waits. The closer the sound gets the more an intriguing and unique scent drifts closer on the breeze. It smells equine but also...different. Alien in some way she cannot place. The fur along her spine bristles and her ears pin flat to her skull. Her lips peeling back from her teeth and over the scent glands in her mouth to get a better taste of this new...creature.
When the figure moves close enough for her sight, she only catches glimpses of pale white legs moving through the bush. Glimmers of fractured moonlight that seemed captured in flesh. When it finally draws even with her bush, Nikita pauses and holds her breath. When a snuffling equine nose pushes it way closer to her, she lifts her head slightly and stretches out to give a good sniff. Huh. Then the bush is being pushed aside and a horn comes into view. A unicorn? She jerks her head back startled, eyes wide. No one had ever told her those were real. Her surprise had momentarily stolen the pain from her mind but the sudden movement caused a spasms of it to fill her mind a moment later. She hisses quietly. An angry rumble of breath and teeth. Her claws raking into the dirt beneath them. "Shit."
It's hardly eloquent first words in a new place. In front of a creature she thought only existed on the pages of a book and yet, here they are all the same. Hopefully this wondrous creature wouldn't hold it against her.
ooc: Sorry for the wait lovely. It was soooooo hot here. Needed to cool down before I could think let alone write. <3
"talks like this"