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

The stars in their orbits


Posted on June 12, 2014 by NADYA
West

and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon


Nadya leaned her head back against the cool bench, closing her eyes tightly as her had still swam, light headed from the blood loss. The shock from the injury was still too great that the tears wouldn't come as much as she tried to force them, tears which she held hope would heal her. She was concentrating so much on her dilemma that she hadn't noticed the curly-haired woman approach until she was standing in front of her. Nadya tightened back against the counter, her lips thin lines as she tried not to show her teeth in any form of animalistic threat or wrinkle her nose at the smell of dog that permeated the area. She watched in quiet calculated curiosity as the woman crouched down with a first aid box, the very thing Nadya had hoped would be inside and now slightly dismayed that the woman had it. She was torn between the pain and needing help to her dislike for the very fact of needing help. Nadya was particularly stubborn in regards to letting people help her, feeling it was a show of weakness and that any with alpha bloodline should never need it. Then there was the fact of canine which was another problem entirely.

Nadya regarded the alcohol soaked offered rag with suspicion. The woman could have said it was going to help but only have laced it with silver for all she knew. However, the sting of the smell to Nadya's nose was enough to at least give it a try. Either way she was going to bleed out if she just sat there, or risk infection with the ratty one held against her. Nadya peeled away the dirty rag which was stained through with crimson before quickly snatching the clean one from her and pressing it to the open wound. A sharp hiss escaped Nadya, smacking her head back at the sharp burn from the alcohol, "Fuck!" Her hard gaze glared at the woman before her for a moment.

Nadya was normally very friendly, the decided welcomer for her trio because of it, as the other options were either Tobias' mauling issues or Tetra's paranoid interrogations, but when in pain she was a right handful. "I don't need your help." Nadya grumbled, her breathing heavy as her body shouldered through the burn of the alcohol, her attention wandering from the woman to finally examine her surroundings. Tobias' scent was here, she was sure he had spent time here at some point, though why he would come here was beyond her. "Tobias, he comes here...I can smell him. He'll find me, he always does. When he does he'll bring my brother and we'll fix it; I can wait until morning." It was a foolish thought, a foolish stubbornness, to assume she could simply keep holding rags to her wound until morning and not expect to pass out from the blood loss. It was a better thought to her than allowing this stranger to poke and prod at her, to let her anywhere near her with a sharp object.


Nadya Tetradore


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