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
Nadya's entire purpose revolved around the twins the moment she had them. Providing them a proper childhood had started to feel like trying to grasp at water. The weekend visitations were certainly wearing the feline down with only hurt during the week. So, to have Frost so ardently assure her of a place in his pack for her children too made it oh so difficult to deny him. Nadya acknowledged her brother's continued attempts to bring her comfort in having the twins within the Ark. It just wasn't the same. Their pack would never be the harmonious one that Nadya had grown up knowing and wanted again. Of course it could be argued that Nadya knew nothing about Frost's other members other than the fact that he had a rather fiesta Beta. However, being at his side, having her children under his protection, alleviated a great deal of the young mother's worries.
The haze of it all let slip his real name past her lips with her fingers curled in his bloodied hair in encouragement. When she rolled her hips against Frost, the groan which it caused to escape him sent a thrill through her. The fact that she could make him lose control, to break that perfectly placed mask, was absolutely exhilarating. Nadya was lost in the sensation of it all, the feeling of his lips caressing her skin, his hands as they skimmed beneath her shirt to the explore the expanse of the smooth skin of her back. This was wholly different than the stolen kisses they had shared in the past. There was not just heat in their touch but care.
It was only the subtle taste of copper on his lips and the smell of it that laced his form which finally caused Nadya to break that trance they found themselves in. The pair were usually so...immaculate that it was quite a sight to have the pair so disheveled and with blood on them. Nadya explained lightly, "It would be much better I'm sure if it didn't look a bit like a murder scene." Her gaze lingered down at her outfit which was ruined from being pressed against his and her hands as she slowly withdrew them from his normally silky platinum hair. Nadya was assured through her ability that he was healed, every cut, bruise, and toxin eliminated from his body but it would be up to his own healing ability to make up for the blood loss that he went through. She was reassured by his return of strength by the tightening of his hands on her waist before shifting her from her position straddling him. Nadya curled her legs beneath her to kneel on the bed as Frost planted a kiss to her cheek. The young woman blinked in surprise, the gesture completely unlike the stallion, something so gentle that it nearly felt more intimate than what they had just been doing.
Nadya watched Frost make his way on slightly unsteady legs to the doorway, a smirk pulling at her lips from his words. "I think you can manage to wash yourself." Still, the temptation was there. The young woman remained in her spot for a moment before slipping from the bed and slowly making her way into the bathroom. Nadya crossed her arms over her chest, gripping her elbows as she battled internally with the temptation in joining Frost. The outline of her body would surely be seen just outside the bathtub curtain as she stood there debating with herself. If his touch before could spark what it did, what more could he alight within her. It would have been so easy, so simple, to step into the water and learn his body as he learned hers. No...she wasn't his, not yet. Instead, Nadya stooped and gathered up Frost's discarded clothes which were in need of disposal and hurriedly left the bathroom before she could change her mind.
She was unsure how long Frost would take in the shower but she was willing to follow through in caring for him enough to find him new clothes. Nadya slipped from the bedroom, stopping first at a window overlooking the dumpsters below and tossing Frost's tattered clothes out of it. Nadya quietly moved to the closest room and with the old doors being a relative joke she was able to simply grasp the knob and give a jerk to open it up. The contents within the room were less than ideal but at least they were clean. Nadya gathered spare set of clothes and quickly slipped from the adjacent room back into the one Frost occupied. She tossed the sweatpants and Hawaiin print shirt for Frost onto the bed.
One last thing needed to be done. There was trepidation in her action as Nadya found Frost's phone and sought out a name...Edie. She sent a single text to the woman of only the address of the inn knowing full well the Beta would come for her Alpha without any other explanation needed. Nadya stood by the window, looking out at the beauty of the beach below. Why did they have to leave this bubble? It was the sound of the water being shut off and Frost emerging that had Nadya's gaze tear away from the screen of his phone. "....It was all I could find." She indicated the clothes she had pilfered as she held out his phone for him to take. "I'm back at the burlesque now. You should come by Friday night; I get off early....and I do believe I should get a proper date."