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
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Nadya blinked at the open space in her hands as the photos were snatched from her, glancing back at the man in only growing dislike for him. He sure was pushy but then again she tended to be pushy too, stubborn really as Tobias and her brother could attest to. When he moved to stand behind her, his shadow stretching across to tower over hers, she was content to simply scowl straight ahead, not giving him the satisfaction of looking directly at him...denying him that attention. She let him talk as he seemed so fond of hearing himself and she had nothing to comment with, merely wishing he would go away to wander the wrong way on the railroad tracks. "I don't know where that wolf lives, I don't associate with canines. Now...as stimulating as this conversation has been I'll be on my way." He had started to speak about Syn and she had had enough, already detesting the place and everything it stood for, which was sad since she had so enjoyed dancing there until Tobias had sought to scare off her partner. She even avoided talking about Syn whenever Tobias and her brother came out to avoid sullying what time they had together.
She moved to push off her perch when the hunter's warning tone made her stop. Her feet hit the ground but she didn't move from her spot, turning her glare on him as he seemed fit to continue. So he had been watching her; perhaps this was why Tobias never came out until after she had left this spot. It would have been good for him to share that piece of information with her if that was the case. Nadya couldn't help but raise her fingertips to lightly touch at the marks on her neck before yanking her thin jacket up in attempt to cover them up more. She still wasn't sure how she felt about them and knew when Tobias bit her she should push him away but her body was cruel and reacted instead, shutting down her logical thought whenever he touched her. Her lips set in a thin line as she debated the hunter's proposal, a certain flicker of annoyance crossed her features before an idea dawned on her.
"Oh, now you want me to talk? I was afraid you were going to go on forever; you seem to like to hear yourself. You want me to pick one? Fine, go right ahead and kill every last vampire in that place. I'd like to see you take on Syn...in fact, I'd even help you. I don't care what happens to those vampires in there. The owner is bat crazy anyways and has an ego bigger than yours." Nadya was stubborn and without her morning coffee was a downright handful, content to take out her non-morning person attitude on the hunter despite what it might do. Perhaps it was the close proximity to Syn, knowing her brother and Tobias were there that built up her courage more. Mostly though it was the fact that she was curious on what exactly would happen if this hunter did manage to kill the vampires...if she would get her pack back. She was tired of being a pack of one and when Tobi came out only a pack of two, and quite frankly she was still suspicious of him, why he couldn't cover so her brother could be the one to come out.
Nadya Tetradore