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
Tobias voice drew the man's gaze, his eyes drifting towards the leopard that lounging upon his carpet. He watched Tobias' gaze dart away from him in a submissive nature, bringing a soft grunt from his lips in response. He saw no reason to explain to the boy that not telling him was very much "hiding the secrets". He was assured, however, that Tobias had already learned his lesson in some regard. He remained silent, his gaze shifting as the feline had decided to rise at the mention of the female wolf. A small scowl crossed his features as the cat settled down on top of the papers spread across his desk outlining the financial state of the Ark. He listened to the boy's efforts to explain the she-wolf smelling of his family though in truth Tetradore was hardly concerned of the whys behind the girl's scent. It hadn't mattered why she smelled like them. The simple fact was that she did and it had been reason enough for him to invite her to join their group. It was because they had managed to agree in some unspoken fashion that her presence was not unwanted that he had bothered to spend even the briefest of moments with the woman that they seemed so unwilling to see that this was something he had done for them caused him to shake his head ever so slightly.
The man ignored the girl's chiding of the leopard before him, just as he failed to respond to her insistence that she wasn't attempting to focus on the past but rather the future of his pack. He reclined backwards within his chair, the front two feet hovering off the ground as his arms were crossed over his chest, deciding that for now it was perhaps best to simply let the female rag upon him as she seemed so intent to do. That was - until the mention of a child was brought into the picture. The suggestion was surprising enough that for a brief moment his balance was disrupted, almost sending the male falling backwards before he was able to catch himself on the table, his figure standing quite abruptly as his gaze turned towards her. "What?" He demanded, his gaze briefly brushing over her in brief disbelief. "Not only do you fuck him but you also managed to do it enough to get pregnant from him?!" He turned away from her, his hand running through his hair as he walked towards the windows that lined one corner of his room. "Explain it to him." He demanded, gesturing towards leopard settled upon his desk.
His emerald eyes traced the waves rolling outside of his window, he gave her enough time to speak to Tobias, allowing him the time too to contemplate the words she had to offer him. Tetradore couldn't rightly decide what aggravated him more, the fact that she was defending her right to keep it a secret, that she was threatening to leave their pack, or that she had managed to get herself pregnant by Tobias on top of it all. There was a soft sigh upon his lips as he leaned against the window. His voice suddenly filled with all the exhaustion that he surely felt. "What do you want from me Nadya?" He inquired, hardly bothering to turn back towards her. "The pack is fine - it always had been until you felt the need to disrupt it. We have our own territory, our ranks are slowly expanding. I've picked out potential members with care and unlike you, they do not question me. They are solid. You are our only weak point. If you're going to leave, do so already. Don't taunt me with it." Tetradore hardly bothered to persuade her to stay. They both already knew that her cub would not receive the same treatment elsewhere as they would here - with family. That she was so willing to leave, so willing to blame him for everything when he had done all he could to extend and protect their pack was just another stab to his already wounded heart. It seemed lately that his sister was determined only to wound him. After all, surely she could not be blind to the effects of what she was suggesting would have upon him.