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
The only thought within the young panther's mind was to separate the stallion from the small canine. Even though the pair had their moments of eyeing each other, they had come to some form of...acceptance when Nadya started helping out gathering bets for the fights. It was her brother's liking of the man that truly afforded the man her protection now. As she stood above the softly whimpering form her gaze remained glued on Frost, assured that Jackal, though badly injured, was still alive. How could she explain this to her brother? How would this not end up in a declaration of war against the rival pack?
Nadya knew that the Alpha before her had his own form of defense, having discussed their powers many many months ago, so the only ability she could rely on in this moment was her gravity one. Had it been for any other reason, the feisty young woman would have probably made quite the joke about seeing Frost buckle to his knees in front of her. As it was there was some brief moment of satisfaction that coursed through her seeing Frost's knees give out putting him in such a prone position. Frost's words went unheeded and Nadya continued to exert the pressure upon the beast with full intention to bring him flush to the ground. That was until a single word caught her attention. ...Did he just say please? Now, it didn't cause Nadya to let up entirely, but it did cause her to falter slightly and level off her ability to simply keeping him on his knees instead of pressing him down further.
For Frost to allow his tone to break, to actually ask for something instead of demand it was completely...unusual. Even Nadya had noted through their previous interactions that, while he was polite, he had never truly asked for something. Nadya remained firmly planted above Jackal, a low growl reverberating in her chest. "I thought...you were...different. I told my brother...I told them...you can't...wouldn't..." She shook her head slowly, "but you do." She had tried so very hard to convince her brother before that Frost wasn't capable of the damage he had dealt, that it had been a misunderstanding. But yet, here she was witness to the very cruel streak that Frost possessed and it shook her. There was no telling how she would react seeing the true extent of Frost's previous behavior during disagreements.
His run of the mouth caused Nadya to slowly release her manipulation of the gravity on him. She was conflicted on whether to believe him or not. One thing was for sure though, without her brother her to back her up she wouldn't charge into a fight with the stallion. It would be foolish to enter into combat with another Alpha without your own there. The most Nadya could do was keep Frost as bay and protect Jackal from further damage. "You aren't...welcome here. I told you...to stay away." The very memory of their last shared kiss and her following words to him to keep away from her caused an icy burn to clench her chest. It was the same tumultuous feelings along with the separation from her children that caused her forced shifts over these last weeks. "You...need to go." Nadya quickly and briefly pressed the gravity down upon Frost once more in a subtle reminding push to get moving. "Before my brother comes....and sees you. He will...fight you." And she would follow her brother's lead fighting at his side and that path wasn't one she wished to be on. Nadya could only hope that the stubborn stallion saw the sense in her words and took her open doorway to escape the West before he was discovered by the rest of her pack.