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

How many secrets can you keep?


Posted on June 27, 2016 by NADYA
West

Nadya Tetradore



The shadows always welcomed her, enveloping her like an old friend allowing her to press unseen against the building. Her previous patrols through the territory had proven relatively lackluster and had expected tonight to be no different. There wasn't much that went on in the warehouse district, most of them void of occupants for a very long time. It was the Ark that people came here for and little else. So it was odd indeed to hear the scuffle in general let alone the familiarity of the yip. Jackal very rarely entered the ring himself and his ranking was slightly better than half the wins but his yelp when struck was one she knew from the ring. It caused the panther's ears to twitch in alert as she pressed her form down against her stomach to survey the scene she had come upon.

At first Nadya was confused seeing Jackal laying there. He was supposed to be in the Ark where she left him. It was just as confusing to see the white horse looming above the canine's form. Although Nadya fidgeted, she remained hidden; surely Jackal would teleport away if he didn't think he could handle the altercation. This wasn't the ring and abilities were allowed. However, it wasn't until a single hoof was lowered to the prone dog's leg, his massive form shifting allowing the setting sun's rays to catch on a medallion around its neck, did true recognition shoot through the panther. Frost. She had never seen his Were form before, though she knew it was a horse, she would have never thought from her previous experiences with him that he would be the one inflicting such random damage in the West no less.

Nadya lurched from the shadows feeling very much like she had left her stomach behind as she bounded over to the pair. "NO!" It was a single shout aimed at the giant equine but held so much panic and confusion. A sudden explosion of a dumpster nearby sent shards of metal and plastic flying in every direction. Surprise caused Nadya to falter and skid off to one side to avoid being hit by the debris as he gaze swept the surround area wildly in search for any backup he may have brought. Finding none Nadya quickly scrambled back over to where Jackal lay. She didn't remember Frost saying anything about a power to explode things but it seems he had kept things from her so figured the explosion had come from him. It did cause her more wariness now though. Nadya's gaze swept over Jackal's form, noting his shivering and soft whimpers of pain. He would need a healer, her own healing power was of no use to him in her current form.

"You...lied!" Immediately a growl ripped through her as anger was turned on the stallion. Nadya had only too recently been at the mercy of her own packmate lying and getting her in trouble. Now, here she was being confronted with the fact that Frost could and would indeed come into the West and brutally someone. Nadya had wanted so bad to believe that what her brother had said wasn't true, that Frost hurting those in her pack had stemmed from a miscommunication...from Raven having a feral moment perhaps and defending himself. She shook her head and clenched her eyes shut at the flare of emotions that roared within her. It was so easy to remember his gentle touch on Micah and Izzy and how he had looked amusing them with his butterfly illusions. That singular memory was one Nadya found herself thinking back on some nights. But now...now it was tainted with the reality that had been presented her. Her body shook at the turmoil as her abilities coiled in reflex to strike out at Frost but her very torn fabric resisting such damage being inflicted upon him.

The memories that flashed in her mind were quickly squashed by the very prominent words her brother had spoken. Protect our home. Nadya's body suddenly ceased it's trembling from the turmoil. Her muscles tensed as her eyes shot back open to narrow at the horse and with determination stepped over so her body covered Jackal's. A spitting hiss erupted from her towards Frost as she lashed out on large clawed paw in the air in warning. The very power she had been holding back lashed out, manipulating the air around the stallion to press down upon him, the gravity increasing more and more in order to bring him to his knees in literal submission to her. "You come here...and hurt those...weaker. You...lie. You are...no Alpha. You are...no man." Although her gravity power could crumble a building from the pressure and could crush a man in lethal dose, it was controlled in this moment, given to simply want Frost to be punished for his actions in a way she knew only an Alpha male would find humiliating.


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