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
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
Tenderly they turned to dust all that I adore
Posted on July 13, 2016 by NADYA
Nadya Tetradore
Nadya's thought and memories were her own and she hated others seeing in. It was, however, the only way in this instance to properly communicate the reasoning for her request. The fact that she wasn't having a successful time using her words as of late was no news so it was much easier to share the images despite her dislike for letting people into her private moments. Nadya recoiled in response to her brother jerking away from her. She half expected him to immediately pin her in discontent at what she had shared. It would have actually been the better alternative than the look of displeasure he gave her. It would never cease to tear her up inside having her brother look at her that way.
The panther instinctively hunched her form lower at his hiss of a response. Her ears flattened against her skull though at Aiden's own pluck of the connection that sent the snippet of memory regarding Frost for Nadya to bear witness to. The vision caused Nadya's form to tense and quake as she was further assaulted by the tumble of emotions she had been fighting with. It was only the disappearance of the memory and the collision of the playing kittens into her back legs that pulled her from the spiral that she had entered into. No, she couldn't lose herself with the kittens around...she had to be strong for them.
"I...understand." Nadya cautiously regarded her brother before allowing her form to straighten back up. This Ark would be her world now, she understood that, for as much as it created her fractured being it meant her brother was happy knowing Frost wasn't near her or the twins. Her golden gaze returned to her children as they ran off to investigate the tendrils of rope flickering in the spurts of breeze that rolled in from the ocean. Slowly she padded after them as instinct demanded her close proximity in a new environment for them.
