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
:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::
Posted on January 19, 2015 by Tobias
"Grown up...words? Which ones are....the grown up...ones?"
His ability to differentiate between words based entirely upon an age limit he cannot understand sees the dark haired boy continue to stare at the woman for several moments before his attention is distracted entirely by the cribs Nadya is content to point out once more, the notion that the kittens sleep within such cages seeing those fathomless dark pools narrow slightly in some manner of disbelief before the man seems to accept this notion with a grin of sorts that quirks upon his lips.
"I will put....blankets in....this....crib cage."
He nods, as if to assure Nadya of his intention in this, assured entirely that a place for sleeping requires a number of blankets, seeking some form of approval from the woman before moving towards the toys she seems determined to have him focus upon, the rubber keys swallowed readily mere moments later as the saleswoman approaches with some demand for the pair to pay for the items Tobias has already swallowed, the boys eyes narrowing warily as Nadya fortunately sees the woman away and the young man returns to the toys before him. That Nadya so willingly accepts the choices he has already made seem to soothe the man further as he begins to readily test the toys before him, selecting each animal figurine carefully before the child joins him. Why he so willingly accepts the girl cannot truly be said, Nadya entirely right to be so very nervous, after all, it is rarely within the Leopard to share. He has no true understanding of children beside that which instinct and nature demand of him, mind understanding only that it is a....kitten, it is small, weak, beneath him and it is entirely his choice as to whether or not he will tolerate it- failing to understand perhaps- that the human child does not understand the law of Were in this regard. Thus it is fortunate, truly, that in this moment Tobias seems tolerable of the girl-child, oblivious to the conversation that Nadya has with her Mother before his pregnant companion appears beside him once more, requiring the selection of two more toys.
He hardly knows the number 'two' particularly well and yet for the moment it would seem it hardly matters, one hand reaching forward to snatch a rubber ring of sorts from the shelf, along with a small box of assorted blocks and a rubber duck. It is three toys and yet it would seem the boy hardly cares for now- handing his choices silently to Nadya before the panther tells him to 'behave' for the threat of this Sandy Claws once more, his own play ended abruptly, ignoring the child now as her Mother calls her away.
"I do not like....this....Sandy Claws. I will....find him and...take his toys."
That this, in some fashion, may void his qualifying for toys at all remains to be seen, Tobias detangling himself at last from the floor to follow Nadya towards the checkout with toys in hand.
madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push