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
Just a few minutes ago she was curled up happily in the hammock, with her eyes closed and one of her books left open beside her. It had been raining all day and the best thing to do on a lazy rainy afternoon was to curl up with a good book. Yet as her eyes roamed the familiar words and phrases from a book she read far too much she got bored and it wasn't long until sleep consumed her. Spending time with felines made her pick up on some good and bad habits. What she would label a 'nap' was hard to decide at this point, but as of right now they weren't really a bad thing. It did not occur to her that Tobias would violently wake her up. Really he should have joined her and yet after climbing in the hammock with her and literally shaking her around until she woke up in a daze and slightly disgruntled. Being ordered to assist him in stealing something from Tetradore made the curly-haired woman to become wide awake and so very alarmed. To steal something from her new Alpha seemed...in laments terms stupid. Especially when it came to a mundane object â€" a rug. A rug that could be bought and yet apparently Tobias needed that rug that laid underneath Tetradore's desk. Unable to persuade her aberrant companion from this pointless escapade she unwillingly gave in. If anything perhaps Tetradore would take pity on her...hopefully. As she moved to follow him she flinched when he glared at her disapprovingly. Holding up her hands in a 'what did I do' position she crouched low on the ground not wanting to upset him again. While Tobias stood at the doorway playing 'lookout' she whispered softly to him holding a fretful tone.
"Tobi...he is going to be mad..."
This was wrong. This was so very very wrong. Really all of this could have been fixed so very easily if he would just let her buy him a new rug. As the long-haired gangly boy scampered back into his room she yelped, and laid flat on her stomach as he leapt over her. Standing back up on her two feet she watched as he emerged from underneath the bed holding a onyx colored house cat. Tilting her head to the side, extremely puzzled as to how Tobias even had the cat in the first place, obediently she followed him towards the hallway. While he placed the tom cat on the balcony she inched slightly forward, slowly placing her open palm for the smaller feline to sniff â€" it was proper manners after all. Why in the world Tobias felt Church was necessary she did not know, but she gingerly stroked the tom cat behind his ears hearing that familiar rumbling purr, only much softer than the leopards'. Now with the reason behind Church was known the mild woman narrowed her eyes on the cat contemplating whether or not this cat would actually do his bidding...and just what made him a 'not a real boy cat.' Blue-grey eyes drifted from the cat towards the familiar raven-haired male that had rounded the corner in the bar, hoping he wouldn't look up or even know just what his Second was up to. Crouching on the floor she felt completely strange moving around on all fours without in her wolf form and she was about to question Tobias on his method until she watched him do a ridiculous roll into Tetradores' office. Tetradore had not ordered her that his room was off limits â€" it was common sense to know such rules â€" and Raven made sure to follow every single one verbally given or not at all. Even though she knew this she could feel Tobias' orders putting pressure on her, he was Second and she was supposed to follow him. Unable to resist she obediently followed although she gave a definitive huff as he ordered her to roll like some common dog. Shaking her head she rolled herself into Tetradore's room and immediately sprung back on her two feet looking around warily. Forbidden territory. It felt wrong oh so very wrong. She was sure something would trigger Tetradore into knowing they had trespassed and already she tried to formulate an excuse. It was her boyfriends' foot stomping the wooden ground that caught her attention as she swung her head towards him.
Her entire form went rigid as his dark eyes widen. Hearing him tell her to hide she scampered right after him. Lowering herself and making herself small to fit underneath the bed. This was one of those moments when she was thankful to be so very small. At least underneath Tetradores' atypical king-sized bed she could be comfortable. As for Tobias well...he was a cat so he had to be flexible. Going still her slate eyes widen with fear as she held her breath watching the feet of the Jackal go past the floorboards. Her shoulder would press into his own, wanting to feel safe and protected, as they waited on baited breath. The Jackal was good at finding out what species of Were everyone was and what their powers were, and she hoped to God he didn't have x-ray vision and could see through the bed. Turning her head she noticed the cheeky grin appear on his lips and she shook her head slowly, whispering softly to him.
"We'd be caught...Jackal will tell Tetra. Then I'll be kicked out of pack."
It was silly for Raven to think that such a harmless thing would cause her membership in the pack to be revoked. Yet for her being in a pack was everything and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize it. He didn't seem overly concerned or worried when she admitted she was feral. Yet she was pretty damn sure that breaking into his room, hiding underneath his bed, just really wasn't allowed. Raven was about to ask him how they were going to get out from underneath their Alphas' bed until he said one word that simply made her lose all train of thought. Chase. She likes this word. She knows this word. Chase was fun...a lot of fun. Always she had to do what Tobias wanted and what he wanted to do was mostly feline related. Yet chase was something that she excelled at, something he seemed capable of doing as well. Blue-grey eyes shifted to his chocolate gaze and her muscles began to coil at the very thought of springing into action. If she was in her wolf form her tail would be wagging. Although she was human, crouching in a dark and small space, beside her companion brought forth her primal side as her forehead rubbed against his head, murmuring softly.
"Chase...I like chase..."
The door to Tetradores' room would suddenly slam shut thanks to her telekinesis. A small grin appeared on her face as she heard the Mexican yelp. After finding out he was best friends with the feline waitress that was severely disappointed with Tobias' new relationship status Raven did not take him too kindly when he was the reason why half her clothes had mysteriously disappeared. This was just a game right? Tetradore would surely forgive her if he understood Tobi wanted to play a game...maybe even take pity.
I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All
Raven