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
.:. wild is all i've ever known .:.
Posted on September 14, 2015 by Malia Tate
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Survival has always been at the top of my list. I haven't made it as long as I have without knowing how to get out of a tight situation. Facing down a panther was certainly not in my plans for tonight but I don't plan on dying over it. I don't like being surrounded and I certainly don't like being surrounded by humans. Humans are the enemy. They always have been. They shoot at us and sick their dogs on us, yell obscenities at us and try to set traps for us. If it wasn't for me, the pack would be a goner by now thanks to all the traps. Caesar has learned caution but a lot of the younger pups still like to stick their noses where they don't belong and if it wasn't for my critical eye, they would have lost their noses by now. It is true that I have not come into contact with other weres before so someone's voice in my head besides that of my pack throws me off kilter. To know that it's possibly the panther sitting before me is even more off putting and throws me into a mode of attack in my uncertainty. I have always learned to attack what I don't understand and so far it's always worked for me. That is, until tonight. That panther lets out a cry that has all the humans turning to look but not like bewildered humans afraid of two predators in their wake. Instead they look mostly curious and anxious to see what happened. I smell some fear, mostly of the panther though, like they know what he's capable of. But how is a panther known to humans? Don't they usually hunt his kind? Why is he in a boat and why are the humans not grabbing for guns and other weapons to run us out? What are they waiting for? But then the panther catches my gaze and against my better judgement, he holds it. I struggle against the sudden confines of this mental power, my eyes blazing with newfound determination so that the moment I'm free outside of the ship with the forest at my back, I have a new dilemma on my paws. Should I turn and run or fight? Crouching low, I lunge toward him but stop short, snapping my jaws in his face before I start slowly backing away into the forest. My tail arches over my spine, hackles raised as I keep my blazing gaze on the panther, daring him to follow. Only when I've put enough distance between us to feel less sure of him coming after me do I start turning back toward the forest and take off at a dead run, aiming to put as much distance between me and the unknown as possible. OOC: it's up to you to let it end unless tet has other ideas xD |