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
and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon
What had she done? What was she thinking? Nadya could only stand there in the middle of the room, staring at the empty bed and holding a box of her belongings as her body seized up from emotion.
It had started off that morning by driving to her adoptive pack's town, the twins secure in their car seats dozing off in the backseat without any knowledge of how upside down their world was about to become. Normally seeing the Alphas who had taken her in after her own blood family had been destroyed was a happy one; they were just as much her parents so loved them dearly. However, today was tight with tension and uncertainty. Nadya stayed awhile, ensuring the twins things were settled in her old room and that they were fed and down for their afternoon nap. When it came time for her to leave, well that was the hard part. She remembered standing there over the crib watching their delicate features and their chests slowly rise and fall as they slumbered. She had bent down, kissing each on the forehead, and bolted before she could change her mind and bring them back to Sacrosanct. The entire drive back to town her knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard.
Nadya's grip on the box she held was equally as strong, her muscles aching in protest before she blinked back into the present. She set the box down unceremoniously on the floor, clenching and unclenching her hands to get feeling back into them as she looked around the room. It was fully furnished and by the smell of it had been home to the bear at one point though the layer of dust covering everything told her it had been quite some time. She still wasn't quite sure how she felt about having a room right next to her brother and then knowing Tobias was on the other side of Tet's room as well. It seemed that privacy would become a thing of the past. With a soft sigh Nadya pushed open the small window that looked out onto the wide expanse of the ocean allowing the salty breeze to air out the stale room.
Originally Tet had said he would help her move in but some last minute urgent meeting had taken him away. Jackal had been no help in telling Nadya when her brother would be back either and had nearly bitten his head off about being a poor employee and what the hell use was he then. She was on a tight wire already from having just left her children for who knows how long and he had been on the unfortunate receiving end. After having Jackal help her bring up her things from the car she had dismissed him so she could be alone. At first he had been hesitant to help her since the evening hour was quickly approaching and he had been preparing to open the Ark up for the nightly events but one quick glare from Nadya had him grabbing a suitcase from her car. Nadya didn't exactly have a lot of things besides her wardrobe anyways. Most of the things in the apartment outside of her room had belonged to Isolt.
Now, left in peace and with some fresh air, Nadya set to work stripping the bed of its sheets in order to replace hers while her few suitcases lay open and scattered upon the floor.
Nadya Tetradore