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

Pointing fingers cause you'll never take the blame like me


Posted on June 04, 2016 by NADYA
West

Nadya Tetradore



It would seem that Tobias was going to be a bit more stubborn in his learning curve this time around. His obvious refusal to understand the connection between her declaration that he had lied and as a result Aiden punishing her being the reason that she had destroyed poor Charles...well it caused her blood to boil. Standing atop the crate, her lips peeled back to bare her curved teeth in his direction, "I did not...want to fight. You...tricked me. Charles is dead...because you tricked me...You lied." Golden gaze narrowed at the deviant as he strode forward towards her. Why was everyone so determined to get closer to her when she was irritated? The last one who had provoked her had found themselves a one-way ticket over the railing.

Tobias' words about Frost, the horse, caused every hair on Nadya's body to stand up. Even her tail puffed up behind her. There was still so much tumultuous emotions involved with the stallion that Nadya would never care to talk about to the manchild before her. After all, Nadya still felt that it was Tobias' fault for Micah's near death and subsequent absence of the twins from her life. "You...don't know him." Tobias' words made Nadya remember the night in which Frost's beta had come snooping around. The way Edie had spoken had indicated that Frost had mentioned Nadya to her in such a way that was...more than just a possible recruit. However, she had seen his true face...at least a part of it perhaps, from her most recent run-in with him after Edie's appearance. It had certainly startled and shaken the woman and created doubt in her about him. Still, that was just one facet of the puzzle in an overwhelmingly gentle experience.

The insult against Frost was nothing compared to how the insult against her personally caused her to react. It was a kneejerk reaction, Nadya's large black paw struck without warning, smacking Tobias across his face with a spitting hiss ripping from her. It was perhaps tame compared to their other spats in the sense that she did not tackle him and even her claws remained sheathed. "That is a lie. You...don't think that....you...wanted the sex game." Truly she didn't want to bring up that part of their past but in this situation it was something to remind him of, how he would instigate her power in order to get that end game with her. "They come...to see me dance." Nadya spoke of her burlesque as she leapt over Tobias from the crate to land gracefully on the deck behind him, turning on him then. "You don't know...anything."

Nadya's tail whipped back and forth and it took every ounce of her control to keep her abilities coiled within her instead of exploding things around them, pressing gravity into Tobias, or even lancing pain into him. With a hearty shove she threw her weight of her shoulder into Tobi's front though it was less anger induced than her previous smack across her face. Though angry, it was only but one of the emotions that flooded her system as there was also great frustration and sorrow that threatened to burst from her at the seams. Although Nadya understood that Tobi would never learn from physical strikes, it still was her own outlet, even if with each shove made against Tobi had less and less power behind it until the panther was left simply pressing her shoulder against his chest with her eyes shut tight. "You made them...have to go. I am stuck here and ...I can't have them. You don't...care. I have to feel...it all...the twins...the kittens. They are...gone." If panthers could cry then there surely would have been a crack in her composure but instead there was only the wavering of her tone in the male's mind. "You...don't get to have Charles...don't get to have anything you like....The kittens are gone and not coming back...because of you...because of this boat."



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