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
"Not unconscious."
Her response was honest, but blunt. She would rather see her Alpha and companion awake and close to her. She did not trust Azrael, especially in her vulnerable position. If they were conscious they would provide extra protection should Azrael decide to reveal his true sinister self behind his unusual generous façade. She would feel far more at ease if they were conscious. The grip on her blanket was far too strong than it should be. The terrified girl barely breathing correctly, each inhale and exhale was more uncomfortable than the first due to her broken ribcage. Her eyes barely flickered towards the blonde male, her entire body tensed, as her eyes remained locked on her pack member's figures. She could not help them should Azrael decide to kill them. Knowing that she was trapped was agonizing, knowing that if any harm came to them and she could not protect them made her feel extremely worse. While Azrael began to explain Frostbite and whatever option he had with were-horses, she would keep her attention on the males, watching their chest move up and down, reassuring herself that they were alive and that Azrael did not play some nasty trick.
Blue-grey eyes would briefly shift to the doorway as the raven-haired woman announced her presence. Part of her was actually happy to have the witch around. It had been awhile since she had least seen the woman, and she had it in mind to visit her â€" but she was not good at coming up with a balanced time to spend with her pack and the witch she was bound to. It was Sera's words that caused her to frown in disappointment not pleased with her derogatory comments. Briefly her eyes would lift to see Serafina talk to someone, puzzled as to why she would be gesturing towards the corner, as if she was telling and showing someone where they needed to go. Why she would be talking to herself she did not know, but the last time they were together they had to deal with some sort of ghost. The only person she ever killed, for Serafina, was her mentor â€" and he couldn't come back and haunt Serafina, could he? Perhaps her supernatural partner was seeing things, maybe somehow Frost's attack had some sort of impact on Serafina, but how or what could have happened she did not know. It was her foul comment about fornication with her Alpha did she slowly shake her head. How Serafina could even think that her boyfriend, of all males, would be her own Alpha was ridiculous. It was impossible for numerous reasons and her soft candid response should hopefully end the topic.
"I could not end up with a guy like that, besides I think he is out of your league anyways."
Raven could not decide what exactly hurt her the most. That Serafina would call her a mongrel mutt or that she seemed apathetic to her damaged condition. Eyes would widen when she saw Azrael begin to hoist Tobias over his shoulder and begin to drag her Alpha across the floor. Panicked her attempt to move forward was stopped by the agonizing pain that began to overwhelm her when she moved. Shutting the door on them only made things worse. She couldn't see them. She knew they were unconscious, but even with the door shut she was concerned that something awful would happen. Azrael's words did nothing to reassure her that he would leave her alone. That he wanted to touch her was awful enough, but that he needed to see her was horrifying. True she was one that didn't like having her nakedness seen, but it was more than that. In her mind the old scars that covered her entire form was far more mortifying than anything else. Wincing she would slide herself further back along the bed until her back touched the wall. Knuckles turned pale white as the grip on her blanket tightened, like any wounded animal she was frightened, not caring in the slightest if either person wanted to help her or not. She needed the help, she knew she did, but even if they offered she still didn't trust them. Her eyes would widen as she looked at the two unsure which one was going to get her first â€" both individuals hardly wanted to touch her.
"No, I don't trust you. You don't go around healing supernatural creatures...so why do I want you anywhere near me?"
I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All
Raven