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

Who says you're the only one that's hurtin?


Posted on May 23, 2016 by NADYA
West

Nadya Tetradore



Nadya's attack against Tobias had been one that she had taken the time to debate. It had taken some time for Nadya to think on how best to convey her anger and pain to the man-child. Poor Charles had simply been the necessary victim in the lesson. Nadya had been lost in her thoughts, or rather lack thereof, simply focusing on plucking bit after bit of the white fluff from the body cavity of her acquisition. The arrival of a stricken Tobias didn't even register on her radar until his large spotted form was in the air. If Tobias was aware of the weight of his feline form against a human one he never showed any outward knowledge or care. It was perhaps lucky that a Were even in human form was slightly more durable due to their bodies need to handle the shift. However, it still knocked the wind from Nadya when her back hit the steel floor of the deck. Immediately once she gained her breath back she let out a shout of anger. "Hijo del diablo!"

Her fingers gripped the toy as tightly as she could but was no match for the strength of the leopard. Another shout of aggravation escaped Nadya as she rolled over to glare at Tobias hopping away with what remained of his toy. The fire of her shift rapidly lit through her veins causing her body to snap and churn, bursting through the fabric of her clothes. It was certainly unusual for Nadya to go through so many clothes; before always ensuring that her clothes were neatly folded away before allowing the shift. She had seemed to lose all care for the destruction of the once prized clothes. The sleek ebony coat of her jaguar form tensed over the lean muscles beneath as her haunches coiled then sprung upon Tobias. He wasn't her target in her launch though. Her stronger jaws clamped down on the gnarled fabric that Tobias was tenderly licking. Nadya hardly thought she would win the entire thing back so an inevitable tug-of-war followed. However, the toy was far from being able to withstand two large cats fighting over it and the already frayed seams saw it split apart once more, the remaining fluff exploding from within as each cat was left the winner of half the body cavity. It appeared little more than scraps of fabric now than the prized Charles it was less than an hour ago.

"You lied-- You lied...and Aiden got angry...at me." Nadya backed away from Tobias with her prize in her mouth, turning on heel to leap back up onto the crate and toss it overboard. Nadya watched the gnarled thing flutter and churn down to land in the water before looking back at Tobias with anger in her gaze. The destruction was done and there was no saving Charles now; Nadya's goal was accomplished. There was no need for her to take the other scrap of fabric from Tobias. "You should have...told him." Her tail whipped about behind her, holding herself high in authority as she remained standing on the crate. "Now you feel...what I feel." The fact that Tobias could so easily forget the twins, that Nadya was the only one being ripped apart by the separation from her children, angered the woman. She wanted Tobias to feel even the inkling of loss that she had been enduring for over a month.



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