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
Nadya had become so lost down memory road, memories she had spent so much energy digging up while she was separated from her pack, that she forgot to keep track of the time. It was better to remember the good times running through their family's yard following behind her brother as their peels of laughter echoed in the air. The current relationship was just so tense since his escape from Risque and the discovery of the cubs that some days she wished to find a witch and have them strike it from her mind. With a soft sigh Nadya pulled away from her thoughts to run her hands gently over her large belly, "Sorry." She whispered. It was a shameful thought to her, to wish to erase the memory of the twins and regretted it as soon as the thought passed.
The sound of the door opening caused Nadya to spin around surprised and wide-eyed seeing her brother dressing after the fight. "Oh, uhm, no..." She stuttered and shook her head stepping away from the desk. "I didn't think you'd be back so...soon." Honestly she had figured Tetra would have basked more in his win and then gone up to his throne to watch over the rest of the fights. Though the nervousness seeing her brother enter the ring would probably never go away she knew he would always win in the end. Every little sister thought the world of their older brother and despite everything going on Nadya was no different underneath it all. She wanted to be with her family but was also afraid of the path it had started to go down. The life she had in her adoptive pack had been so different than the pack life she now found herself in.
"I uh, just...I was just leaving some things. Everything just got a bit..much here with Risque and you always in that club." Nadya trailed off from her rant before finding herself again. "I went back home, to our home, mom and dad's." It had been so hard to see their family home gutted and burned from the fire. There had been some articles of their childhood that had been spared the wreckage which included a picture of them with their parents that now was almost permanently with Nadya. "Most of the toys I found I gave to Tobi, I figured he'd have more use for them than you do now. Except for one." She glanced to the floor momentarily before once more snapping out of it. Being pregnant was certainly an emotional rollercoaster that she'll be happy to leave behind. "I didn't mean to bother you; I was just leaving the stuff and going to go."
Nadya Tetradore