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
hold on to this lullaby;
Posted on June 22, 2015 by Claire Grace
She was curious, always curious as she tuned into the pack bond while sprawled out on the floor of the living room surrounded by a variety of books. Part of what she had been trying to do lately was to conquer her fears. It had started with her gift while standing in the middle of their yard, a warmth that had infused her body and caused her to turn inwards to study herself. In turn, she had studied the pack bond, content in her knowledge that she would be able to find him should she need to. Hence the curiosity on why he was moving way too far west, it causes her to shift slightly upon the floor knowing she should probably stay put. Her urges caused her to throw caution to the wind and stripped in the living room, not able to shift with her clothing since that night in the park, no matter how hard she tried.
She exited the house, leaping deftly from couch to window sill and through the window as if she'd done it many times before. She took to skulking through the streets, her pale fur a beacon in the darkness, she'd get mistaken for a small dog but one look at the angular face would peg her as not domesticated. She was content to set a pace through the streets, paws barely touching the ground as she ran, happy in this one activity. But her anxiety increased the closer she wove herself to the West side, knowing the warnings about this other pack and their dangers to her.
She tried to project an aura of confidence as she lingered at the edge of a warehouse as she studies the group, but a loud noise causes her to startle and streak across the street to bump her head against Frost's leg with no warning before pressing up against him in greeting. The creaking of the boat in the distance causes her head to lift, her body to still and her ears to perch forward for the briefest of moments. The fact that her Alpha hadn't shifted his stance in reaction causes her to relax as she studies the others, even going so far as to prance to Calliel, shove her nose against her leg and inhale as if trying to figure out what she was, the other's scent had cloaked the fact that the girl was human. She pulled back, sneezing as if the scent of the human was too much in her were-form and instead of a greeting she twists around Frost's legs to investigate the other with barely a word and too much nose.
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- cool babies! - By Rixon Leifsson on July 12, 2015 at 10:40 PM