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.

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

the stars in their orbits ||Tobias||


Posted on May 17, 2014 by NADYA
West

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


There was just no way for Nadya and Tobias to obey Tetradore for very long when it came to letting him leave every night. Nadya felt he may be ashamed of her and Tobias in some way, not wanting whatever new family he had made to see what his past held, and Tobias' constant irritable mood and restlessness had hit its limit. The moon offered little light this night which meant there were more shadows to hide in as Nadya trailed after Tobias whom she had told to follow Tetra's scent and take them to wherever it was he ran to at night. The quiet of the neighborhood became disrupted the closer they got until finally the building of Syn loomed above them with the reverberating bass of the club heard even outside. Nadya stopped in her tracks, eyeing the club and those that milled in and out thoughtfully before she quickened her step to come up behind Tobias, smacking his tail lightly to get his attention. "We can't go in looking like this. Come on, I have an idea."

She was sure Tobias' feline form would cause heads to turn but so would his barefoot bare-chested self too. There was only one way to get in and blend for the sake of finding her brother and that meant finding clothes...and the task of wrestling them onto Tobias. Nadya gave Tobias' tail a little yank to ensure he followed her as she rounded the corner in search of a clothes store, although most stores were closed now. She came upon the front of a rather high-end clothing store, a gem in the grit as one would say, peering within the glass windows and couldn't help the wicked smile that came over her features. Perfect. Nadya had made quick study on how to get into places after Tobias' last failed attempt at helping get into an apartment, obviously finesse wasn't his thing and she had to be the one learning how to break and enter successfully. "Watch the street for a moment." She dug around in her pocket for a couple metal pins before kneeling in front of the door, sticking them into the keyholes and setting to work on jimmying the lock. It took her a couple moments before the satisfying sound of the slide of the lock signaled she had won. "Hurry up, come inside and lock the door behind you." Nadya didn't even look back at Tobias as she slipped through the door into the store. It was like a child on Christmas morning, the way her eyes lit up at the sight of all the new expensive clothes for if there was one thing Nadya knew it was fashion and lord had she missed it since being away from her old pack, the luxury of being able to get new clothes. Just the smell of the store, new clothes clean and crisp and folded, made Nadya happy, smiling broadly as she weaved between the manequins into the heart of the store.

The store was only dimly lit, the light that maintenance used to clean by, but her eyes adjusted just fine to see as Nadya picked along the racks in the men's department. "This will be a lot easier if you shift, Tobi." She couldn't very well choose the proper clothes for him if she couldn't have his human body for reference of size. Tobias' only article of clothing, the tattered pair of pants that they had left back at the warehouse, were an ill example of both size and style that would complement his form. Her gaze drifted away from the clothes that she was currently plucking off the rack to Tobias, waiting for him to return to human form so she could begin the inevitably herculean task of wrestling him into clothes.

Nadya Tetradore


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