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

our hearts will beat it out someday


Posted on June 02, 2014 by E m m a
West


Like all the missing pieces of my heart,
they finally collide.




Even if she is stuck in his presence, legs frozen into place, she eyes his fine and sharp edge jaw. her blood pulsing boisterously into her ears. almost blocking out any sound that it not higher pitched then a human voice. sterling eyes plunge into his deep chocolate eyes behind tossed hair, always flopping into his face. she does not hide the faint smirk in the corner of her lip glossed lips. the way he as not change to much on the exterior. finding it difficult to breathe all of a sudden, she regains control and takes a much needed breath. she sees a change in the way he looks at her, his eye lids narrowing over brown pupils. she remembers exactly how odd he was on his possessions. the way he would avoid siting and eating with the rest, waiting for others to finish and leaving before eating himself. the way he would growl when he was uncertain. she wonders if he was still anxious when he was touched.

Unconsciously she had lifted a land, desire stronger to touch him. but before she could even outstretch her hand to brush him, he takes a dominant step forward. her eyes lock into him defiantly, now wary of what he may do. after all he was still unpredictable, like a wild animal. his steps are to cautious and his demeanor to predatory. His eyes were almost boring holes, as if he found something and tries to bring it to the surface. she refuses to back down, she wasn't as weak as she once was. her body reacting to her demand, also muscles tense beneath the searing hot skin. she takes a step back unconsciously as he steps deeper into her personal space. she does not understand this new behavior he seems to adopt, was she being pushed over? was this is new sick way to amuse himself? was this the new tobi now that she faces after 2 years of separation? what was she even thinking, "separation" they were not a thing, not now nor in the past.

To answer her current thoughts , his lips curl into a grin. she feels her stomach react, feeling all of a sudden like a deer in headlights. as if nothing happened he speaks "Girl....Emma." deep and cryptic, that as not changed at least. it id odd how she understands the uncertainty in his eyes, wanting to know if he was right. "Yes, its me" she tilts her head as she answers with a soft voice. her face turns pale as he approaches her so swiftly. he takes in his hands the pendant he gave her one faithful day. even if he did not notice but the soft brush of his hands, near her chest rings a slight and silent gasp. surprised by how human the touch was, lets just say after the two lat years, she tends to cringe as people touch her. "I remember." his voice brings her out of her shock state. he nods as if he accepted his answer. her face turns a pale pink due to her body reacting to how she felt, stalked. he circles her, like a cat its scared prey. although she wasn't scared was she? of course she was, she was circled by men that beat her black and blue. he gives a wide enough space to watson, as if he was somewhat uneasy around it. recognition in his actions bring a sudden anger to her lips. "Tobi .. cut it out" watson reacts to her deeper tones, his low snarls are only a warning. he does not like the way the boy was circling his owner. since he did partake in a training where the bad guy with the suit circles her.

"This is my....territory. You cannot...be here....not unless....I say." she scuffs while she rolls her eyes at what he was saying. "I go were i want tobi, im free even from your orders" she licks her lips, making sure she was ready, she was toying with fire and she knew it. her own growing flame that settles in the depth of her sterling orbs, not that he could see it. she reminds herself that every time she stud her ground he got mad, or it made him irritated. even from behind her, she knew he had stopped there. she wasn't going to fall into his trap, hell no. everything was fine until a feather light touch, brushes the crook of her neck. her body lights up a thousands fires, like a firework explodes to this combustion. he just tipped the last drop over the already filled glass of wine. "Why are you....here?" his words soft, something about it came directly to hit her heart. why did she come here? for a new start away from her own errors or the ones she made with him? "I ran away from mistakes and ended up here" she says in a soft of frown. she turns around to fire him. her eyes seeking his, searching for pain she would never see. "I am sorry, that i left i mean" she says as she rolls her shoulders from the guilt she felt. she wasn't suppose to care weather or not he missed her, she was only a passage in his life. but it seems in hers he was more a title in a chapter of her life, like the page of a book we return to time after time, are favorite chapter.

even though she wanted to touch him, to feel the way he made her feel every time he had whispered in her ear, touch her in the softest of touches or the way he could crush her against a wall. she takes one step closer to him, her eyes never wavering from his. small and warm fingers reach out, slowly moving forward as if she was about to pet a lion. she knew he hated touches and she was trying the slow method. of course she knew he could flip out or tense under her touch. but if she did make it, he would most likely lean into the warmth of her hand and remember how he enjoyed it. "Trust me again tobi, remember i was warm?" she says in a low voice, not wanting to startle him. her dog eyed his master with wary and questioning eyes, unsure why she was acting this way. the dog did not move, simply tilting his head sideways to watch their interaction.



Watson - Emma's Pendant - Emma's right side tattoo



E m m a
It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall.

Replies