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 cargo ship had become his home, the Ark having been successfully taken over from it's previous owner. Now it and everything that belonged to it was his and, quite frankly, it had come just in time. Tetradore had practically abandoned the residence within the west side, leaving his sister and her new found lover, his own once friend, to their own devices. Anger at their betrayal still fumed hot within his belly, leaving the were panther to roam the docks rather then return to family he had tried to protect for so long. A soft puff of air left his lips as he leaned over the edge of the topside of the cargo ship, his eyebrows furrowed as his emerald gaze focused upon commotion not very from his own ship. A small frown crossed his masculine lips, even from afar he could make out the familiar ivory wings upon the females spine. Figures. It seemed as if the young woman had a habit of getting into trouble perhaps more so then Tobias himself. The memory of his friend brought a deep frown to his features as he turned away from the girl and the edge of the ship. Despite his companion, and despite all the boy had done, he still had some measure of responsibility here. With a soft sigh, Tetradore allowed the change to overcome his figure, flesh turning to ebony fur, bones snapping and contorting with a sickening crunch and muscles realigning until a panting ebony feline stood where there was moments before the shape of a man.
He shook off the sweat from his fur, his paws softly padding against the dock of the ship as he made his way down below, fully intending to investigate just what the wolf had gotten herself into now. He made his way through the ship without difficulty, no one bothering to stop the man as he made his way outwards back into the fresh evening air. His paws moved silently down the dock, suspecting that the peculiar colored wolf was still where he'd last seen her. The ebony figure paused, however, before stepping into the young female's view, the same peculiar scent having captured his attention, informing the male that she was no longer alone. His tail whipped to the side behind him as he considered the options before him. His hesitation, however, was short lived before the male continued forward, pausing at the edge of the dock the two females were settled upon. He hardly bothered to voice his appearance, instead settling upon his haunches as his emerald gaze traced over the large ebony feline's features. She was new to these parts, of that he was certain. Over the last week Tetradore had scoured every inch of the western ward, ensuring his scent covered the area surrounding the docks and, quite officially, marking the territory as his.
His head cocked to the side, his tail curled flicking against the ground as he watched them inquisitively, his attention shifting from Tiger to the lupine beside her. Briefly his gaze crossed the wounds that marred her frame and slowly Tetradore's head shook ever so slightly, as if he was hardly surprised. It seemed as if the two would forever be running into each other in such dire situations. In fact, the memory of the zoo and the offer he had presented her with only made him more inquisitive of just what the wolf was doing here off all places...not to mention just who her new found friend happened to be.