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 stairs 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's determination was hard set on her features, though her anger at the woman eased a bit at her non-retaliation. It was usually a sure way to soothe someone's rampage, simply to remain calm so they had nothing to fuel it with. She could feel the pain from the wound begin to subside but simply attributed it to her body finally adjusting and perhaps beginning the healing process. As the pain eased she was able to more closely assess the woman, her hesitant yet persistent body language suggested she was used to people lashing out at her but still did her job, the evidence of such lashings she noted across the side of her face, she appeared older than herself though how old was unclear due to the scars. Nadya's own body language had started to relax with the melting of the pain, only to bristle again at explanation that Tobi didn't come around here to harass the patrons but to consort with this canine.

With Nadya's wits gaining again she could smell it a bit upon the woman, Tobias scent which she had grown so accustomed to, a sign which would normally be reserved to indicate pack...and that bothered Nadya greatly. "Tobias lives in Syn at night now, he only comes during the day." For a moment a smirk played on her lips at the double entendre of her words, a thought that would have probably never occurred to her had they never had their little interludes. As it was she was unsure what to call him, what they were to each other as they were not mates, though their draw was stronger than simple pack members, though she could not call him a lover either, her body and mind were at constant ends with each other over this subject every night after Tobias left. Nadya also didn't feel it necessary to share this information with the woman, even though it bothered her that a member of her pack had been playing and hunting with an outsider, if the woman had wanted to know she would have asked.

She was also right, Nadya didn't want to die and had to accept help from whatever source that offered it. That didn't mean she had to be happy about it, she had never been one to want help, always wanting to figure things out on her own. Nadya slowly removed the alcohol rag from her wound to set it aside on the ground, glancing down at it in thought, "It feels...raw...but no pain- I think it's starting to heal." The wound wasn't bleeding quite so much as it was before, though her skin was pale indicating she didn't really have much more blood to spare. She hated needles but supposed since she hated hospitals with their smell of ammonia and death that getting stitched up here was a better option. Nadya allowed the woman closer, leaning back more to allow access to her wound, gaze set hard once more in warning, "If you do anything instead of stitching me...Tobi and my brother will hurt you." While Raven's promise was of no pain, Nadya's was of retribution. Honestly, she was normally a nicer individual.


Nadya Tetradore


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