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
and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon
The smug satisfaction at the retreat of the men was clear in those golden eyes. Her hindquarters curled beneath her, seating herself on the dumpster for a moment to revel in her win, tail thumping against the side of the hollow steel bin. Normally someone who had just been saved would be more vocal in their praise and thanks, even the old man who had slipped away after the men fumbled out a broken thanks though wouldn't look at the large black feline. Nadya's gaze slid away from the retreating old man to the girl now backed against the wall, her quickened breath causing her ears to twitch, such a sound meant weakness and caused a stir of predator in her. While Were's were part human, while in their animal form they became more instinctual and with no accord of their own actually harm another over something as simple as moving too quickly; this also depended on age and how long they remained in their animal form; the longer the more likely of course. She had even heard of Were's becoming "stuck" in their animal form due to not shifting for too long, becoming lost to the wild forever.
Nadya slowly lowers the rest of her body to lay on the dumpster, surveying the newcomer who looked older than herself but not by much and had that interesting smell that meant she was different...not human. She opened her mouth in a yawn, a gesture that to others may be threatening due to the exposed teeth, but in feline culture was a sign of content and meaning of no harm, and tossed back her head, the momentum aiding in rolling her feet out from under her to briefly roll onto her back and off the side of the dumpster in one graceful movement. Her stocky limbs easily caught her weight as she landed on the asphalt, straightening up to stretch out languidly in her stride as she approached the girl, a low rumble of a purr emitting from her throat as she once more parted mouth, her tongue snaking out to taste the air. There was still fear lingering there which bothered Nadya, she had just saved the girls life after all. She wasn't about to shift here in the alley either, not knowing really what the newcomer was and Nadya was obviously more effective in her feline form. Perhaps though, if she could get the girl to follow, she could be led elsewhere to one of the stashes of clothes Nadya had placed about the city for in cases like these where she had to change forms mid-trip. The thought of her brother and Tobias did cross her mind though, pulling her attention to the buildings behind them in thought of if they would approve of her stalking off with a stranger...probably not. Whether it was just curiosity, a want to prove them wrong, or just simple female stubbornness, Nadya closed the distance between herself and the girl, no more than a foot separating human from predator whose golden jaguar coat fought to be seen beneath pitch black haze. Again a low rumble greeted the girl, curious gaze looking up at her expectantly, either for a reward or an explanation on what she was and why she was there in the first place.
Nadya Tetradore