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
Nadya had been a resident of the Ark for only a few days and already found herself bored. Raven was correct in how clock-work the business ran and it was that same monotony that bored her. It was always the same thing, people came, they wagered, they fought, and then went home leaving only their spilled blood as evidence of their presence in the ring. Unlike Raven, Nadya didn't care to sit beside her brother and Tobi's high thrones. Ostentatious additions really in her opinion but...boys will be boys. Instead Nadya spent her time in her room or up on the deck outside letting the salty air invade her senses. If only they could take the Ark out to sea.
Tonight Nadya had yet to emerge from her room. It wasn't until she heard the unique roars of her pack members declaring victory did Nadya slip off her bed. Her own jaguar spotted form, dulled by the black panther coat layered on top, slunk across her room, shoving the door open with her shoulder. It was a manner of entrance and exit in which Tobi had assured possible by his repetitive assault on the doors in the Ark that rendered them near useless at securely latching closed unless locked. Nadya did admit that it made moving about the Ark in her preferred feline form much easier though. She had taken to staying in such form for the majority of her days, finding it much easier to pass the time with her predator mind than her human one that dwelled upon the separation from her children causing her body to ache.
Nadya's golden gaze fell on the trio stationed on the walk with curiosity and intrigue. Her paws fell silently across the steel as they carried to closer, coming up behind the snow leopard, her posture as high as Tobi's reflecting her own dominance to the snow leopard. It had been a very long time indeed since she had last seen a snow leopard and even then Tobi had been distasteful in his behavior. At least this time he hadn't tried taking a bite out of her...yet. "Not everyone wants to join your bloodsport, Tobi." Her mind graced easily into the mix, light and welcoming even as she was scolding her leopard pack member, her attention never straying from the stranger caught within the circle of Nightshade. Nadya's tail flicked from side to side as she shifted closer, slowly pressing against the snow leopards personal space to close her in more between them. It may not be the woman's intention to harm the stranger but her predators instinct drove her to ensure there would be no escape. And it was certainly a change of pace from the routine that her mind readily grasped at.
Once glance at Raven and Nadya countered, "She can be up here." Whether it was simply to negate Raven or just not having any care for who passes up the stairs was hard to tell. The panther's attention returned to the smaller feline. "It's a feline's way to be up high; you didn't mean any harm, right?" Nadya's tone was almost sickly sweet, like the Wolf grinning like a Cheshire having just consumed grandma. Her body language, tense and dominant as she towered above the snow leopard, was in stark contradiction to the welcoming stroke of her mind against the strangers. "What's your name?"
Nadya Tetradore