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

My family is dysfunctional but we have a good time killing each other


Posted on July 31, 2015 by NADYA
West

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


The decision to go to the Ark wasn't one that Nadya made on a whim. The memories of the last time the pack gathered was incentive to keep far far away from the other females in the pack. However, the swollen moon in the sky drew from her a pull to be at her brother's side, their Alpha, that was much too strong to deny. The twins had grown since then, becoming more capable of walking on their own in their were-form which eased Nadya's stress level during their shift. This rare blue moon meant an extra full moon for them to endure and learn.

Nadya's previous time in the Ark was only due to being sent to it by her brother after the near catastrophic event than almost unfolded in the forest. She had taken refuge with the kittens in his room and to her knowledge neither Regan nor Raven returned to the Ark; at least not while she was there. In the morning Tobias had done his task of escorting mother and children back to their apartment and since then Nadya had not returned. Regan, she knew the girl as her employee and at first glimpse had been surprised and elated to see her as a member of the pack...only to have her turn. That did complicate things when it came to the burlesque, and fearing for Regan to drag that mentality back to the workplace where Nadya often had the twins upstairs with their caretaker, had had another employee take Regan's place as bouncer and keep her away from the establishment until things were settled.

Tonight she couldn't keep away. She bundled the twins and made the trek out to the docks out in the West. Within the abandoned building that she had first sought shelter when first coming to the city she settled herself and the twins for the change. The fire within her veins warped and twisted her bones until it left her in her blackened jaguar form. The twins exhibited signs of fever and pain in their whimpering cries which was difficult to watch every time until their bodies gave way to their Were form. Micah was as black as the night while Izzy was a near mini-me of Tobias with her spotted golden hide. Nadya's pink tongue lashed out, soothing both the kittens until their confused chirps turned to curiosity. They were steadier on their feet than before but their tails still stuck straight up to balance as they toddled around. A deep reverberating chuff called after them which turned both the kitten's attention to the retreating figure of their mother, her low swaying tail beckoning them to follow.

Her large paws fell silently upon the ground, golden gaze fixed upon the looming mass of steel that was the Ark while her ears flicked keeping vigilant attention on the kittens that stumbled and weaved beneath and between her legs. Nadya's advances halted just before the ramp leading up to the ship. There was hesitation, unrelenting in her wish to keep the twins from witnessing the fights that existed within. It was for the best then that the pull from the pack bond wasn't coming from the belly of the beast but overhead. Her cranium tilted up, casting her gaze to the darkened sky alight from only the moon and stars, scanning along the metal railings that wound a pathway around the hull of the ship to the upper balconies. There, where only a predator's heightened eyesight can differentiate, she saw her brother's paws hanging over the edge. "Brother." There was warmth in her tone, a longing that only family can experience after being separated for too long.

Nadya tenderly stepped over the kittens fully confident that they would follow as instinct told them to do. She carefully walked past the door which Jackal stood guarding to skim the steel wall far from the railings edge to prevent the wobbly kittens from slipping off the side. Nadya was delighted that her brother wasn't watching the fights or in one. She worried too much for her brother's safety to stand watching him in a fight. Her whole body visibly relaxed as she approached him, her ears twitching back in submission as a purr vibrated through her, coming upon him without hesitation to head butt into his side then flop unceremoniously against his side, twisting and rolling to rub against him in a fashion that was more like Tobias. "You haven't called and I was worried." Of course she had also had a visit from Frost whom had mentioned a run-in with her brother which had only served to concern her as well. Nadya knew her brother was strong but if he was called to a fight and defeated than she knew his normal inverted demeanor would only worsen. Or worse yet...disappear again.

The Beta wasn't the only one who was focused on the Alpha tonight. Seeing as the kittens were more mobile and thus exploring the world around them they saw it fit to explore the other feline that their mother seemed so comfortable with. Micah stood staring down at Tetradore's tail, smacking at it with his little paws as the appendage twitched and swayed while Izzy sought to try and catch it with her tiny teeth. Babes will be babes.


Nadya Tetradore


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