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 was fairly certain now that she should have never left her room tonight. The woman in front of her seemed determined to find a kink in Nadya's control and just how dangerous that was didn't seem to be understood. Not only that but the danger Edie placed on herself by entering the Ark. It was true that many on the Ark not a part of the Nightshade pack would know about Frost or even recognize his scent so wouldn't have even looked twice at Edie. She was just another customer to the employees and a possible opponent to the fighters. Nadya's jaw visibly clenched though when Edie mocked the fact that she hadn't raised the alarm on Edie's presence. It was a delicate balance, the situation with Frost, as he had been the one to attack and not this woman. No direct means of 'war' had been declared by her brother towards Frost's entire pack...simply Frost himself. As such Nadya did not want to lunge at a one of Frost's pack members and be the cause of such a declaration. "...You...don't know."
Perhaps there were other emotions blocking Nadya from calling for her pack against Edie. Those that beat against her skull and reminded her of that turmoil which caused the young woman to turn about after trying to push Edie away telling her to go tell Frost he can deliver his own messages. She was grateful, or would be when she returned, to have shed her clothes in time for the rough change. Nadya's paws fell silently against the steel floor of the Ark as she slunk down the hallway and up a flight of stairs out into the brisk night air. The smell of sea salt was imbedded within the Ark but the light breeze brought the smell of a promise of rain with it. The moon hung with its million of stars, nearly half full, as the only major light source besides two softly glowing yellow lights stuck up against the entryway door on this part of the deck which was off-limits to the public. A few escape rafts and wooden crates were all the littered the deck.
Honestly, with Nadya's fractured mind flitting every which way she hadn't noticed Edie following behind her until the foreign voice intruded on her mind. Nadya's gaze snapped back to see the small creature following her. Immediately, three crates near the duo exploded in a shower of splinters though Nadya's lack of reaction showed that it wasn't new. "Frost...likes power." Yes, that was what she had talked herself into believing why Frost wanted her in his pack. It hurt the delicate balance a lot less if that was what she told herself. The large panther gracefully leapt onto an intact crate, turning about to crouch down low and survey the new creature from a far superior position. "You are...not power." There was genuine curiosity reflected in her eyes as she tilted her head. Quite suddenly she lashed out, swinging one paw low to swipe at the air above Edie's head. It was no more aggressive than a housecat swinging at a passing foot, except this housecat weighed nearly as much as a full grown man. "You are confused...perhaps. Can not...be Beta." There was truly no malice in the panther's tone as she was simply confused and curious how such a small and seemingly weak creature was Frost's Beta.
Nadya Tetradore