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
While the fear had dissipated some, it didn't seem like it would leave the woman completely. Nadya saw no threat save for herself and she had done all she could to try and ease the worries that her claws would turn. The woman's words meet her ears, skull tilting slightly to the side in curiosity at each part. So the scent on her had meant she was a Were too, yet from her words implied she was not jaguar, both had Nadya questioning what the woman's animal form was and the next on why she hadn't just shifted when the men approached, surely she was taught that they were better off that way. Nadya had been planning on taking her animal form as close to the coffee shop as possible but it seemed that plan wasn't going to work this morning. Slowly Nadya lifted a paw to softly tap one of the woman's legs, indicating a certain "tag your it" before stalking from the alley down the barren walkway between the abandoned warehouses, after a couple paces her golden gaze glanced back to make sure she was following before continuing on.
Nadya kept a stash of clothes throughout the city now, just in case she found herself needing to revert back to human form unexpectedly. That's where Nadya headed now, a few alleyways down to a crevice created by a stack of broken and tossed aside wooden pallets, her black coat reducing to smooth flesh, bones crunching and twisting to return to human form. Once clawed paws, now delicate fingers, pulled the clothes from between the pallets and quickly dressed in the black dress, black lace overlaying the top half. Nadya stepped away from her hiding place, pulling on the Aphrodite sandals as she went. Her golden cats eyes were gone, replaced by chocolate brown, scanning the area for the woman she had just saved. Her fingers raked through her hair, gathering the dark wavy locks to one side, briefly wishing she had a brush to put to it feeling a mess after shifting. A genuine smile tugged at the corner of Nadya's lips as she caught sight of the woman, though kept her distance, just in case the threat of a jaguar attack had been the only thing keeping from being harmed. She wouldn't be able to keep Tobias from telling Tetradore if she got harmed and never live it down after telling him she was perfectly capable of being out and about, meeting other people, without the "guard kitty".
"You're welcome. I'm new around here too...well, sort of, I haven't been here long. If you're a Were too, then why didn't you shift back there?"
Nadya Tetradore