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
Edie had been entirely too eager to send herself to the inside of the Ark. Even if Frost hadn't requested it, the young fox would have sought out the woman that apparently had Frost's heart â€" even if Frost hadn't quite admitted that he cared about her. It was obvious in the way he spoke about her. That itself was enough to send Edie scrambling into the Ark, determined to find out enough information to report back to her Alpha regarding the status of the Nightshade pack. She was lucky, then, that running into Nadya had been so easy. She'd heard the whispering of Nadya's name as the woman passed and had immediately known that that was the target of what she was doing tonight. Getting to talk to Nadya would only be a bonus to report back on, and if she would only get one chance inside this dreadful ship, she had to make it count.
That Nadya had led her down a hallway was pure luck. Edie's grin grew on her face at the prospect of having the woman alone. For a moment, Edie considered a shift, sure that her Were form would help with her stealth. But no, her human form would be best, allowing Nadya to get a good look at the Beta girl. She had no intention of harming Nadya, no intention of being anything other than kind to the woman. After all, she did want Nadya to join their pack and bring those delightful twins of hers to be trained to use the powers they would surely develop. No, attacking the girl would do no good. She'd scare her off, perhaps, or cause her to alert the other pack members. And with Frost not here to back her up, that could be quite unpleasant for the fox indeed.
It was when they were truly, honestly alone that Edie revealed herself, speaking a sentence that she knew Frost would flinch at if he heard. No, Frost had never admitted his care for the girl, but his desires to have Nadya were not solely for power. Power could be found anywhere. The feelings Frost had, not so much. Again, her mind tugged at Kato, but the girl shook those feelings away. She was not falling for that idiotic rhino. "Perhaps not," Edie said simply, crossing her arms across her chest as she leaned back against the wall. The posture was relaxed, hardly threatening. After all, she wasn't hear to threaten her. Merely meet her. "Though you have to admit, he does have amazing hair." Again, the young girl grinned. "And yet, something tugs him to you. He's quite... fixated on you. It's cute, really. Like a little puppy all stuck on his first crush." She chuckled, moving to hold a hand out towards the girl, hers to take if she so chose. "I'm a bit offended you don't know who I am, but I'll let it slide. I'm Edie. Frost's new Beta. Of course, I already know who you are. Nadya Tetradore," The name slid off her lips with a bit of a tease, as though the girl was some famous movie star that everyone knew about. "Beta of the Nightshade pack. Aiden Tetradore's baby sister. You have quite the reputation."
The same, everlasting smirk remained on her features as she leaned back against the wall once more, looking up at the ceiling of the ship in a bored fashion. "No offense, but I don't see how you can live in this glorified rusty canoe. Does it even sail?" She questioned, though she left no room for the woman to actually respond to her as she continued, not giving a damn about the ship itself. "Though, I have to admit, you pull it off well. That is a cute outfit, after all. Hard to imagine that these people appreciate high fashion."
Edith Graham