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

I can make the stars dance


Posted on October 21, 2016 by NADYA
West

Nadya Tetradore




Nadya faltered in her steps when seeing a woman huddled against the floor at the bottom of the railing on the deck. Her first instinct was to protect the twins, calling on her powers, not recognizing the form at first. When she did recognize the figure as Sam she internally shuddered and groaned at the woman's attire. How far the fae Queen had come from what Nadya had taught her about clothes; now wearing a torn and oversized sweater and equally as tattered pair of jeans. At least she was up on the deck where no one could see it? It was certainly not an image Nadya would think a fae Queen should be seen in. Nadya could only guess that Dorian would take just as much if not more vocal offense to Sam's state.

Attire aside, Nadya approached Sam to crouch down in front of her, questioning her adamantly about why she was up here and crying no less. The question was hardly leaving her lips, assured that her brother had something to do with this (his broodiness could be taken harshly sometimes) and was already preparing a tongue lashing for Aidan. There was perhaps a pass of surprise in Nadya's eyes at Sam denying Aidan being the cause. "Then why-..." She didn't have any time to continue on with pressing her friend about the cause of the tears when the twins took it upon themselves to not listen to their mother's command for them to stay put and came toddling around the corner.

Nadya sighed softly, explaining why her and the twins were invading Sam's supposed secluded area. She watched with a gentle gaze as Sam enveloped quiet little Micah onto her lap while Izzy hung on her aunt's arm with pouty lips. Micah was always a good cuddler while Izzy in all her energy was likely to bruise you with a head thump in her never ending movement of exploration and play. They were such opposites, growing more and more into their own personalities as they grew. It was Sam's movement wrapping her arms around Micah that Nadya caught a glimpse of Sam's palms. They were red and raw looking from an obvious burn. Nadya may not have known a whole lot about fae's but she knew iron was bad for them as it was something she had to be careful about at the burlesque and thus was aware that the Ark was a constant threat for Sam. "God's Sam, your hands!" Her brows shot up in surprise as her hands reached out to grab her friend's hands palm up. "Why didn't you say something?!" Just the look of them made Nadya cringe at the pain Sam must have been feeling from it.

The young woman would never hesitate to heal her pack or friends and of course Sam was her dearest. Nadya had already healed the woman once from the glass slices from the discovery of a new power. This scenario was no different in her opinion. There was obvious concern in Nadya's eyes as she leaned forward and pressed a delicate kiss to Sam's forehead, allowing that healing ability of hers to envelope Sam and heal her wounded hands. Once the fae was healed Nadya sat back on her heels and released Sam's hands with hard determination not mixed with worry. "You haven't been to work in weeks without giving a reason, you're burned, you're crying, you're wearing.....hobo clothes...and you're hiding up here instead of with my brother. What.is.going.on? You are my friend Sam and I'm seriously concerned about you. The twins miss seeing you too." Nadya wasn't going to give up now on pressing her friend for what was causing this out of character behavior.


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