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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on December 08, 2015 by Raven Clocksworth
For the past few nights she had not been feeling herself. Every now and then she felt her sanity slowly start to slip away. It had been awhile since the last time she had lost grasp on her other half. Lately her entire focus was coming to terms with the damage Frost had done to her along with patching up the distant rift between herself and her spotted companion. Instead of staying locked tightly away within the safety of the Ark, she would emerge outside with Tobias, developing a new sense of comfort and knowledge that everything was okay. The nightmares that haunted her at the back of her mind continued to dull and fade away each day. Every now and then she could wander about within the West without having to be around Tobias or Tetradore and lately she had been going off into the city. As each day went by she began to forget about Frost lurking around every corner to attack her again, and her step held a little bit of bounce as each day she was assured that everything would be okay. However, tonight she was not feeling so positive and free, instead, she was not feeling herself at all.
Meandering through the dark corridors along the alleyway her massive frame stumbled slightly as her eyesight slowly began to fade in and out. Instead of being in her typical form she had felt the need to shift into her larger frame, her feral mind demanding she be within this form, pleased with feeling the natural power that comes when being the size of a more threatening beast. Low growls rumbled within her chest as the sane mind of the woman was clouded over with the terrifying touch of savagery. Earlier that night she had a momentarily lapse of sound mind and judgement, and few sailors along the docks had learned a valuable lesson that they shouldn't have gone out on a drunker stupor tonight. Perhaps she may not remember what she did tonight and perhaps she might not, but all that mattered to her was to continue moving about. Her feral side felt free in this moment and after being locked up for quite a while it wouldn't be surprising if she would be stuck this way.
Coming just around the corner her movements halted as she observed the two supernatural creatures. Standing their silently she felt her mind beginning to tear. Seeing Frost caused the feral creature to pull her black lips back and reveal her long sharp daggers. She remembered. She remembered how he had harmed her, how he had harmed her weak half. Yet as she stood there and her mind began to tear, the sane sound of her mind did not want to be anywhere near Frost, all sense of the self-security she had developed began to crumble away. For a moment Raven was able to make sense of the scene before her, Frost was harming another again within Tetradore's territory, and her eyes caught a glimpse of the familiar witch that had been lurking within the Ark with her bag of potions. One side of her mind understood that Sorcha belonged to Tetradore and because of that she was not supposed to get hurt, on the other side of her mind it did not matter who Sorcha was. Both minds knew Frost needed to go, and both agreed he needed to be dealt with, but the feral side of her was only growing stronger with the deep seeded hatred of the white-haired male. With a savage snarl the bear-sized lupine charged towards the duo, her dark head lowered as the shadows began to wrap protectively around Sorcha, the sane side of Raven barely given a chance to do such a thing. Thick shadows began to overlap her massive frame as her telekinesis swiftly threw Frost into a nearby wall, placing her massive frame over Sorcha in a protective manner, using her body and shadows as a shield for the fallen witch.
As she stood over the witch Raven felt her feral side slowly evaporate and she was capable of keeping control on herself, not snapping or biting at Sorcha. She didn't know Sorcha well, but she remembered her being within the Ark. As she glared at Frost part of her wanted to flee and part of her wanted to stay, but that could hardly be seen upon her infuriated face. Frost was not allowed within the West. Frost was harming another person that had some sort of connection to the green-eyed panther and she would make sure he would not do what he had done to her, to the harmed witch below her.