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
I-I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM.
Posted on January 07, 2015 by REGAN IZUMI
When you look into the mirror do you see the truth?
D-Do the voices in your head still got you confused?
Do they make you wanna say...
I-I'm not who you think I am.
Regan waits the obligatory seconds for the wolf to register her presence and respond. When the lupine spins around to face her, Regan has to withhold her amusement. It takes the girl a moment to spot her from the hole in the roof, but when she does, Regan's lips curl in a snarl in response. She might not be acting aggressive...but that could change in a moment should the wolf provoke her. After a prolonged moment, Regan's feature's relax, but the violet of her stare never wavers.
The press of a strange mind against her own causes a chill to rise along her spine. Regan is still getting used to this 'mind to mind' communication and the fact that in her tiger form, she can actually speak. Growing up mute and all, talking in any form is...unnatural. "No. I'm not." Regan had received an offer from Tetradore to join his pack, but had no accepted the offer. She'd needed time to think it over. Was still thinking it over. A tiger was by its very nature a loner...and Regan was not an exception to this rule. She liked being alone. Craved it. The silence that solitude offered. She found that those capable of speaking didn't truly understand the...serenity of silence.
Her question answered, Regan felt the mind withdraw, but had to admit she was still curious as to why the wolf was interested in the first place. Surely she was not the only unaligned shifter in Sacrosanct. Regan allowed her gaze to wander over the thin creature and the dominant stance in which she stood. Regan was confident enough in her own abilities that the preconceived idea of dominance held by the wolf didn't bother her. A tiger against a wolf? The answer was simple. The tiger. With a mental shrug, Regan simply waited to see if the wolf had any other questions for her.
OOC: At the time we started these posts, Regan had not joined Tetradore's pack. Sorry for the long delay, health issues.
"Thinks like this"