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

Edge of the Circle

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

The stars in their orbits


Posted on March 31, 2016 by NADYA
West

and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon


Nadya didn't bother to turn around while Raven hovered outside the room and spoke. She had work to busy herself with within the room. Isolt called it nesting when she was pregnant with the twins, the innate sense to make a space safe and comfortable...a home. The young woman moved easily from the curtains to the next task of unpacking her clothes from the suitcases onto the now made bed. Nadya gave a soft snort of response to Raven's assessment of hers and her brother's business. "No one said anything about being virtuous. I just don't like blood." She rolled her shoulder. "I don't complain about Aiden not coming to my business and he doesn't care if I don't watch his stuff here." In all honesty she was glad her brother didn't patron her business. It would probably be far too awkward for the pair of them if he saw her dancing on the rare moments she did grace the stage.

Her attention drifted up hearing the approach of another on the walk. Nadya didn't even try to follow what was spoken between the man and Raven. The Ark's business was not hers, she had her own to run, so wouldn't be bothering on maintaining its operation. At least the fleeting thought about the burlesque also being open nights only so she would be gone for the majority of the bloodshed and rowdy crowd was a welcome one. The times she had been in the Ark during operating hours the feel of the others so close had been claustrophobic; she preferred coming before or after when just the staff was around. Nadya's gaze moved from the suitcase she was working on, pulling photo frames and other decoration and placing it on the end table, to scan the rest of the room. "I wonder what ever happened to her. She seemed like she would have made a decent addition to the pack. She didn't seem to really have any ambition but maybe that's just the bear side of her."

Nadya hung what she could of her clothes in the closet before the man returned with cleaning supplies and they were passed along the floor to her feet. She brushed her hands onto her knees and she crouched down to pick through the bucket of supplies as she spoke. "My vice comes with certain requirements. I'm in the business of looks and clothes are a part of that. How I look has an impact on the reputation of my business so I have to have a good variety of clothes so it doesn't look like we're a low class business. I'd offer to take you out to shop but you've already refused that before." Nadya select a container of wood cleaner wipes before straightening back up, glancing to Raven. "I can't fold a lot of these clothes so another standalone wardrobe that I can hang them in would be good."

With all the tumultuous emotions of the day it was hard not to have a crack in Nadya's exterior. She wished her relationship with her brother was stronger, wished to spend more time with him, but at the same time knew that in this point of their lives it was completely normal for siblings to drift their separate ways as they found their paths in life. If only she had found him sooner. Nadya shifted to wipe down the surfaces of the desk and bookcase. Her stomach gave a low rumble reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet today. Nadya paused in her work to toss the soiled wipe, leaning her hip against the desk as she looked back to Raven. "So what's the food situation here? Is there a cook or do we cook our own meals?"


Nadya Tetradore


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