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
I guess I'm hoping it's because of me
Posted on July 13, 2016 by NADYA
Nadya Tetradore
Nadya was torn between her responsibility of taking Jackal back to the Ark and remaining where she was, rooted to the spot with disbelieving gaze focused on the white stallion. She had been told of his attack on the Ark and he had spoken briefly about his past kept more like fighting livestock than a person. It was however his behavior around her that caused all thoughts about his past to be easily swept over. The panther's ears twitched back at Frost's prodding, questioning about her apparently naïve thoughts on what he was truly capable of. She knew he was strong...and stubborn, as stubborn as she in fact, doing what was necessary to live but never intentionally cruel. At least not since escaping his homeland. "Your past...is your past. I thought...you had changed." There was a tenseness to her tone, a strain to hide the pain of her words that she reflected back to him.
This stand-off would only lead to being discovered and a far greater battle occurring. Nadya was keen to get Frost off the designated territory land lest any of her pack see him or any roving eyes report the white stallion with the history of violence against the Ark to her brother. She offered only one more push of her ability to his massive form in reminder to get him going. It was for his own good whether he believed it or not. Nadya would obey her brother and keep away from him but it didn't stop the torn emotion of fear and regret she felt at the thought of the stallion being harmed. Frost's words were of no help in easing the fractured emotions within the young woman. She could hear it, as attentive as he always commented she was, the difference in his voice when he spoke of being unable to keep away. It was unlike someone intending to simply be a pest, it held...more within its meaning. It's that possibility of more that kept Nadya teetering on the edge each and every time he came around.
Perhaps one day she would break but tonight wasn't that night. Nadya quickly stepped back from towering over Jackal and wrapped her jowls around the scruff of his neck, plucking him up as easily as she would one of her kittens. At least in this situation his small size was a blessing since it meant she would be capable of whisking him away. She too had just turned to leave when his final question had her pause. How long was she going to live there? There was already doubt in her own mind about how long she could last kept locked away in the metal fortress as if Frost was some dragon pillaging the town meant to be feared and kept away from. Her gaze flickered to the horizon in the direction of the Ark before glancing back to the stallion. "I will live there...as long as...I am Nightshade." As long as she followed her brother she would remain where he told her. Nadya quickly pivoted about and took off towards the Ark.
