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

there's an old man sitting on the throne


Posted on March 07, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree Bint Bahar


It is the devil's simper that tugs so coyly at the pouty cushions of her upturned lips, it is his conflagration that flashes against the chocolate of her taunting and narrowed eyes, and it is his savagely-acidic venom upon the curl of her tongue. She bats not a single lash as he recoils from her, attempting at once to shield his "handicap" from her while effectively confirming the suspicions that had been spun about upon the whirring cogs of her imagination. A notion cataloged and then discarded respectively as he clipped her ear with his own diluted venom, earning him naught more than a pointed glare and a demonic snarl of a retort. "Do you fancy yourself a cripple, Spencer? I mean... are you fucking serious?" Even the insult, it seems, is beautiful... elegant despite its profanity by merit of the exotic lilt of her tongue. Was his masculinity, his spirit so fragile that loss of a limb could damage his self-image in such extreme a manner?

Apparently so.

She suspects, with some gloat-worthy measure of assurance playing to her favor, that he believes he has her in the instance of his would-be taunt. He believed her veneer flimsy, a pretty mouth writing checks that her ass could not possibly cash. Was this, perhaps, homeage to his own deluge of personal insecurities or a dismal nod to the particular sort of women he normally surrounded himself with? The true solution to the riddle, she supposed, was neither here nor there. What truely prompted her next movement was nothing so typical as pride but rather the seductively-curled finger of temptation and the metallic tinge of blood as it wafted in some dusted halo above the sand pit in the far corner of the establishment.

Breathing not a word to her companion as he turns his back from her, Askaree makes short work of removing the carefully-selected blouse for the evening... decidedly unwilling to risk getting blood on any portion of her outfit, and quickly extracting long, finely-muscled legs from the confines of her boots. Flicking her glistening mane of ebony locks into a tight, high waterfall, the Egyptian minx sashays towards the boundary of sanded pit and wooden floor, casting a single, deadpan glance towards her compatriot. She cares not for the gluttonous stares of the snarling men gathered about the pit, their eyes devouring the ample globes of her breasts, the chiseled lines of her muscles as she slides forth in as elegantly reptilian a manner as would be expected.

She casts herself into the pit, her bare feet welcomed by the cool granules below, though her senses are only for the man opposite her: a brutish, gnarled fellow clearly accostumed to this particular scene. But, unbeknowst to the populace of this particular location, so too was Askaree. It was in her nature, in her bones; however, unlike most of her species, Askaree relished the sensation of combat in her human form... hardly requiring the robust tenacity of her ophidian form to meet the challenge with which she was faced. The young woman takes pause then, merely a moment, lashes fluttering in a slow wink to Spencer before raising balled fists to the ready as her opponent takes his first steps towards her...



Replies