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
Nadya Tetradore
Nadya's attention span was about as fractured as her speech. The higher ground that being up on the crate afforded allowed her a much better view of the little fox. She had never before seen a creature like Edie before, the creature's large ears a source of interest before her gaze snapped towards the tapered end of the twitching fluffy tail. It looked like the two other fox tails she had seen before, fluffy and inviting, drawing her instinct to bat at it. Edie was perhaps given to pull Nadya's attention back to the conversation her mind had abandoned as Edie proclaimed Frost cared about her...and the twins. A low rumble of a growl vibrated her form as her ears twitched back against her skull. It was a simple warning, disliking this individual who she didn't know speaking of the twins.
" If he cared...he wouldn't hurt...my family." For as much as her and Tobi fought and she may disagree with her brother, their safety was everything to her. By extension Raven was afforded that protection now too; Tobi having decided that the odd wolf was his companion. With her more feral mind taking over her human one, the pack bond was much stronger as it was such a simple and primal thing. Irritation within the panther grew, her ebony coat bristling noticeable at the brazen little thing. Nadya leapt down from the crate and let out a spitting hiss as Edie, one paw striking the little fox to send her like a bowling ball rolling across the ground. It was a warning really since Nadya kept her claws sheathed so the strike would be mostly jarring than painful.
She disliked her loyalty being questioned. No one would ever know, or rather seemed to care to listen, on just how long Frost had stalked her, and prodded at her for information on her pack that she skillfully evaded. That had been long before he had had a pack of his own and long before his attack on her brother. Nadya, at least, had kept Frost in the dark and away from the Ark. "I'm...not a child...I don't...run...to my brother." Slowly Nadya's tense and coiled body stalked closer to where Edie had landed, her golden eyes hard and locked onto the small thing. "I can...take care of you." It was true that Edie was in Frost's pack, that much was clear by the scent on her and Frost was a direct threat to the pack by her brother's orders. However, this one here had yet to do anything. There was still a certain amount of care that Nadya had to handle just in case this packmember had been sent in specifically to get a rise...in order to be harmed and then use it as a reason to declare war. The loophole that Nadya seemed content on abusing was that she could bat Edie around and it couldn't be called an attack. "Maybe...you submit...but I...I don't submit." When Frost first invited Nadya to join his pack she had indeed entertained the idea due to all the chaos going on in her own pack. At that time she had told him she didn't bow to anyone and had figured that the position he offered was of Beta. Now, with this Edie saying she was Beta, well, her mind logically went to omega...which Nadya vehemently rejected the idea of.