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
One thing about Nadya joining Frost's pack was the fact that they were now able to spend time together as a couple. It was an amazing feeling to be able to be with him without the constant dreading and worry that had come with his presence before simply because of how her brother would react. She had never sought Frost out; the stallion had been her stalker for years, but it had never mattered. Those times were over now. However, spending very little time when in the house anywhere but in his room meant her connections with the other girls were limited. The other three seemed to be gone quite a lot so there hadn't been a whole lot of opportunity to bond either. Despite that though Nadya continued to hunt and stuff the fridge with food because besides the light tether of a pack bond telling her there were others in the pack, the food disappeared with regularity.
The young woman never questioned where the others went as she respected their independence and privacy. Anything they got into was of no concern to her, that was Frost's job. Perhaps the best thing was not having to be responsible or having a title right now as it allowed her to do as she pleased and simply get used to being in another pack. So imagine her surprise when the coyote responded to the question of what she was doing out here with looking for her. "Is there something on your mind?" She was curious as to why Malia sought her out but was distracted by her questions. The building wasn't exactly marked so unless you knew it was butcher she supposed it would look weird for her just to be sitting there. "That's a butcher shop. He takes my hunts and prepares it into proper cuts of meat for me to take home for everyone. I bring it here since Frost is a vegetarian and I don't want to upset him with a bloody mess in the kitchen." It was a bit of an adjustment having to be more aware of the meat preparation but not a difficult thing to do.
The panther's yellow cat's eyes turned away from the building to the coyote settled at her side. "Are you ok?" There was genuine concern in those lyrics. Of course Nadya wasn't opposed to the company but since it was the first time Malia ever sought her out it made her curious.
Nadya Tetradore