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 April 28, 2016 by NADYA
West

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


Nadya hadn't anticipated this turn of events for the evening. She had simply thought she would find something menial to do to kill time before slinking off to the upper deck outside to rest in peace in her much preferred feline form. Now, here she stood in the bowels of the Ark facing a petite brunette who was claiming Frost sent her. Nadya remained rooted to her spot, watching the young woman peel herself off the wall once more to step forward and extend her hand in greeting. Normally Nadya would have taken it, being a businesswoman until moving into the Ark, but the last thing she wanted was for someone on the Ark to see and go running to her brother that it appeared she was being friendly with the member of the rival pack. "Fixated...stalking, yes...he has that habit."

She wasn't all too surprised though when Edie rattled off what she knew of her; majority of the Ark knew exactly who she was after all. Nadya tolerated any reputation, except for the one that would start rumors of her honor. That she would kill over and almost did recently. The memory jarred her mind making Nadya flinch visibly. The topic of clothes really was what drew Nadya back, the past time forever a source of anchoring to her fracturing mind. "My reputation." Yes, if this Edie knew so much about her then she should know that fashion was a part of Nadya's reputation. "It makes my brother...look better." What would a fight establishment be if not for a well-dressed woman to impress? Nadya shifted, her gaze glancing down the hallway behind Edie as a patron exited one of the doors though returned to the fighting area instead of heading their way. It was much too close and it made Nadya nervous that any one of the next people could be Raven, Tobi, or her brother.

"You shouldn't...be here. Frost...should have told you. Dangerous. If they find you..." Nadya pressed her fingers to her temple as her head began to throb. She was beginning to feel the well of turmoil, stuck between the bond to her pack screaming at her to alert them of Edie's presence and the sliver inside of her that could still see Frost in her mind's eye so kind and gentle entertaining her twins with butterflies. Though that image was quickly shadowing and breaking with their recent run-in with him. "Frost can talk...himself. You tell him that." She wasn't a fan of having Frost use one of his pack members do any sort of message bringing, feeling if he had something to say on the recent matters he should find a way to do so himself. Though there was doubt in her about Edie's initial message of Frost 'sending his love', Edie's assessment of his and Nadya's past dance wasn't entirely inaccurate so on some level Nadya was curious if she hadn't embellished on Frost's words. Either way, a token of...fixation...was only going to be accepted by Nadya straight from the horse's mouth.

"You...should go." Nadya warned one last time before turning about. The fire was in her veins now as her hurried steps took her further down the hallway, her clothes peeled in haste from her body as the change took over her. It was a relief that she was able to manage a control fall into her change in order to save the clothes that she left strewn on the floor. The shadows of the hallway pressed against the ebony coat of the panther, golden eyes shining brightly absorbing what little light there was to glance back at Edie before pacing off to seek the fresh air of the upper deck.


Nadya Tetradore


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