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

When you feel my heat look into my eyes


Posted on June 15, 2014 by NADYA
West

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


Nadya watched the hunter closely, his constant fidgeting of the feet and smoothing of his fingers along no doubt weapons hidden beneath his clothes. She disliked the constant movement, fidgeting in any individual irritated her, caused her to be on edge and tense making her feel like something was always about to happen. Besides him being a hunter, which she could probably over look if it weren't for his demeanor, which was prickly at best, the fidgeting was probably the thing bothering her the most at this time as it caused her feline eyes to follow every movement like watching the end of a yanking string. With a haughty scoff she grumbled and tore her attention from him to keep herself from feeling overwhelmed by it, her gaze settling back on the club, content to give him the cold shoulder again.

However, he was a persistent bastard, wishing to drag their conversation on and elsewhere. Nadya glared at him again, "The name's Nadya and if you want information from me you might as well start using it." Him called her kitty was unacceptable outside of the playful bantering from within a pack, from his mouth it was a slur, a derogatory term used to degrade her and remind her that she wasn't completely human. She did move from her perch though, her feet hitting the ground with barely a sound as she followed him. She had nothing else to do obviously since her pack wouldn't come out with a hunter there and his words only confirmed it that perhaps Tobias hadn't been emerging until she left because he knew this hunter was there too waiting in the shadows. At least if she left it would give an opening to escape the building and come after her to remove this hunter from her presence. Nadya wasn't afraid to follow him since even if she was having a hard time purposefully controlling her new power it hadn't failed her when it came to dire situations such as making an attacker violently sick so trusted it in this situation as well.

"I know plenty about the club and can easily get more about it, probably anything you wanted to know about what happens inside down to names, powers, and weaknesses." Nadya had no doubt actually that she could easily use Tobias as a spy. Tetradore would have too many questions about it if she asked him, but Tobias she could make it a game for him and he would do anything to feel like he was winning a game. Payment however was a harder thing to think about and whatever it was she chose she had to make sure it would actually be done. Nadya was sure that if the vampires inside the club were killed she would get her pack back, so asking for them would be redundant, asking for a place to live seemed silly since Tobias was happier amongst the warehouses unconfined by small room, and money could buy anything...except safety. Finally, as she followed the hunter she had decided what it was she felt was worthy of her help, "I will give you information if you swear on the Angel that me and my pack will be left out." Amnesty, that's what she wanted, for the hunter to scratch any of her pack off his to-kill list and simply move on his way from now on...as if they were ghosts to him. She hoped it would work as her adoptive parents had taught her one thing about hunters is that if you can get them to make a deal then have them swear on the Angel as it was an everlasting promise that even their hateful conniving species couldn't break.


Nadya Tetradore


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