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
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
I can make the stars dance
Posted on March 17, 2019 by NADYA
And watch them come true
It had been a long day indeed and the last person Nadya expected to show up at the dance studio was the woman who had vanished with barely a trace so many years ago. The redhead had been her best friend and it had hurt her what had happened, that Sam hadn't told her about the cause in the first place had hurt even more. Nadya addressed the parent's concern and easily saw them all out the door before turning to look back at Sam. It was as if no time had passed; though truly were a few years that much to show in the first place?
Nadya couldn't really think of anything to say other than question Sam on why she was there in the first place. Sam's response was vague at best and Nadya's defensive stance with her arms folded under her chest hardly faltered. She wanted to talk. Nadya's glanced back to the studio now void of children. She had planned on getting some alone time tonight to dance on her own. Nadya remained standing as Sam sat, pressing on in an attempt of an explanation to the past. The past was hardly somewhere she wished to lament on. It had been equally as painful to lose her brother even after he was back from the supposed dead. That pain had taken so long to steel over whenever his name was mentioned. They had all made their decisions and she had been happy for so long now.
Her attention didn't return back to Sam until she mentioned the burlesque...and the twins. Sam was sorry. Nadya's stance softened, her arms unfolding to slowly seat herself in one of the chairs...though with a few separating her from Sam still. "I just...thought you trusted me. I thought we were closer than we apparently were." Nadya sighed and turned those mixed emotioned eyes of sorrow and frustration on Sam. "The twins asked for you in the beginning and I didn't have any way to explain your behavior to them because you wouldn't talk to me. Then you disappeared and then sick auntie Sam suddenly had to move away." Sam had gotten so erratic that Nadya had had to keep the twins away from her in the beginning. It had scared her. Nadya had still been so new to the parenting game that explaining such complex things to the twins had been hard.
Everything Nadya did then and now was done with her children's best interest in mind. If forgiving someone meant their happiness then she would do it and rebuild around it. Nadya sighed softly and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Are you back for good?"
Nadya Tetradore