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 May 08, 2016 by NADYA
West

Nadya Tetradore



If the large panther had truly wished to kill the small fox then she would have done so. No, the strike she had issued the mouthy little thing was a warning; a soft warning even seeing as she didn't draw blood. This Edie was becoming far too mouthy, treading on issues that she knew nothing about. Frost had sought information out of Nadya and she had deflected him easily with wit and banter but in her current fractured feline state was far too complex. Only physical means made more sense to the predator that was grasping at the threads of sanity. It was certainly a sad thing to behold indeed if you knew, the intelligent woman becoming this particularly feral creature.

Edie's only saving grace was her connection with Frost and that small part of logic that remained. If questioned it would be her immediate thought that she didn't outright kill the fox because harming another pack's member would be outright foolish. However, there was still that remnant of care for the stallion, those candid pictures of him with the twins still safe on her phone, that guided her actions as well. Nadya's fur bristled along her body, every fiber and muscle of her being tensing as she kept her position high in show of her rank. Her ears were plastered against her skull as she glared at the little fox that seemed to have a death wish. "You have...no powers. You...are wasted...useless Beta. I am...better." For what was the point of having a Beta that had no powers to speak of?

Her final words were the ones that caused a knee jerk reaction in Nadya. "No." Another spitting hiss ripped through her. An employee that had heard the echo of the commotion appeared in the doorway, fully preparing to kick out whatever hoodlums had wandered up to the deck. Unfortunately for him Nadya's hardened gaze snapped over to him, unleashing her affinity with brutality that had the man shout in pain and grab his head, stumbling backwards. The jaguar leaped over Edie, slamming herself into the steel door which swung heavily to shove the disorientated man back inside the Ark and seal off the only way back into the bowels of the ship. With Edie's exit now effectively seal, Nadya rounded on the small creature once more, slowly stalking forward with her tail whipping through the air behind her. "You are not...his type." The crates around them began to explode once more, showering the pair from either side in splintered wood. "You tell...Frost...if he...wants me....Come and get it." Let the stallion come and explain himself, let her show him just how angry she is as him. Perhaps if he could take such a lashing then perhaps he was deserving of her attention. Nadya crept closer in order to force Edie backwards with her presence towards the railings of the cargo ship as she continued to create a tunnel of explosions on either side of them as they moved. "Can...foxes...swim?"



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