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

Edge of the Circle

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

The stars in their orbits


Posted on January 18, 2016 by NADYA
West

and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon


It felt like Nadya had been running forever, the sheer adrenaline and need to find where Tobias had gone with the twins simply making time stretch on. She had crossed the halfway mark between her home and the Ark with still no sighting of Tetra or Tobi to ease her frantic mind. Nadya planted her feet into the hard concrete bringing her body to a sudden stop. No, this wasn't the direction Tobi had taken. Her tracking ability was nothing compared to Tobias' but that much she could tell from being on this path. There would have been at least a residual scent by now. It had to be the forest then. A much more bigger and dangerous space that made Nadya cringe more than the thought of the twins in the Ark ever would. It was different when she took them, ever on guard and protecting, knowing where it was safe and how to hide them. Tobi in all his child-like ways...did not.

Nadya quickly altered her course and mid stride welcomed the change that had been boiling beneath her skin for some time. Normally she'd care about the loss of clothes, but the shredded material that fluttered to the ground in her wake wasn't even given a second thought. Slick ebony coat rippled beneath the rising moon now as her feline form made a beeline for the forest. It would be much quicker being able to cut through town, going up and over buildings and fences rather than around everything.

The forest creatures weren't the only other ones to notice Tobias stealing away the twins into the trees. It perhaps would have been a fine night indeed or father and cub bonding had three young hunters not also noted a leopard carrying two babies in its mouth into the forest. Now, at first, they simply thought as any quick to act teenagers- it was a Were stealing babies to eat. The intentions were good in the beginning to save babies from being dinner. However, after they cut into the forest and circled around to keep downwind, it became obvious to them that the babies were not human either. Perhaps it was the fur and tails that replaced their flesh after a good while of flushed crying. Being young they hadn't seen children Weres and were fascinated at the mini-me change.

After the change the twins simply carried on where the play had left off. Izzy was much more explorative than Micah and becoming very much a daddy's girl. Any chance she got she was following after Tobias and whatever nonsense he got himself into. Her chirping mews echoed as she waddled over to Tobias, her tail stuck high in the air for balance, attempting to clamor up onto her father and thus be 'King of the mountain'. Micah was distracted from his siblings play by a firefly that scuttled along the blades of grass. The insect hardly felt in danger of the kitten though for every playful bat the kitten made it fluttered up and away just a bit more, pulling Micah slowly further from the father daughter pair. Micah's path was cut off as he was tumbled back by a large steel object smacking him as it whizzed by. A luckily poor shot, a dagger thrown from far enough distance that it lost its target on the moving kitten. It did however slice the boy enough that Micah gave a poor cry of pain as blood welled up and slithered down his dark hair from the slice wound that stretched from the top of his shoulder to the end of his ribcage.


Nadya Tetradore


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