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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on June 07, 2014 by Tobias
West
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He remained oblivious perhaps, to the way in which the women tenses with nervous energy at his tight hold upon her, his focus upon his own predicament, senses turned inward rather than picking up upon the tension within her form before he finally finds his balance and proceeds to settle himself within his newfound bed, a satisfied smile tracing his lips as he does, one returned by the woman has he sees fit to offer her some form of praise in regards to the height he enjoys, this new look-out proving to be a truly desirable thing as the muscles of his throat roll in a very human version of a purr seeming to adore the manner in which he swings gently above the store below, the snickering sound that rolls from his lips a decidedly child-like sound. He has had so very few things in life, at least, few things that are truly his own, those scarce meagre possessions he had owned as a child often stored within Tetra's room had all been lost that night his pack had been take from him, his journey since holding little time or need for him to truly own anything other then the ratty pair of jeans he had worn until they had been nearly thread bare. Perhaps, to the woman it is simply a hammock and yet, such a thing is......meaningful in some manner to the boy, his lack of belongings perhaps the reason he is so very possessive of the few things he has obtained, fingers knotting within his bedding in contentment before the woman becomes decidedly nervous once more, his suggesting seeing her own fingers knot nervously as her teeth bite into her lip, apprehension leaking from her as his eyes narrow slightly in some effort to understand this emotion as he simply nods.

"Yes."

His words hold little room for argument, seemingly determined that the woman should lie next to him as he demands, a satisfied grin touching his youthful features once more as she complies- albeit reluctantly, her form brushing against his own as she rests, though in this moment he hardly seems to mind, accepting her touch despite the manner in which she flinches away, the young man used to people recoiling from him and as such pays it little heed as he relaxes easily, seeming to adore the motion with which the hammock moves, that animalistic side of himself seeking the warmth the woman offers before her words distract his attention once more, following her gaze to her own bed as his head tilts ever so slightly once more before he nods, his love of deals seeing him readily accept this one as he reaches abruptly to grab her hand, shaking it about as a dog shakes a toy in some effort to complete this deal transaction as he believes he should, dropping her hand in the same moment. That the she-wolf will guard his bed when he is away is indeed a pleasing thing, the boy content to guard her own in return. Her fingers moving to trace against her scars draws that dark gaze once more, watching the motion of her fingers as they move back and forth over her pale flesh. He understands scars, knows well what they are, content to merely watch her in this shared moment of relaxation before her features seem to glow in a blush, the gesture entirely misunderstood as his head shifted once more to stare towards her.

"What is wrong...with your face?"

He never has seen a women do such a thing before, the flush of colour seeming to distract him as she speaks, her words a struggle for him to perceive, mind desperately attempting to pull apart the words and better understand what it is she attempts to say. Her question seems to earn his curiosity once, dark eyes widening slightly as he nods, though indeed remains wry all the same, naturally mistrustful of those whom would seek to offer him things. That he truly believes the woman to be magical however is surely clear as he watches her eagerly, her hand reaching into her shirt to produce the pocket watch as he reaches eagerly for it.

"I want to...have it."

The shiny metal so readily captivates him, eyes held upon it as it swings within her hands, delighting his senses before the crackle of blue electricity sees his hand hurriedly pulled back in wonderment, eyeing it warily now as the woman continues to handle it, offering it all the same.

"Is.....Alpha toy?"

It is a toy he is sure, fingers reaching for it once more, taking it from her own hand, grasping the titanium object within his own hands, tracing over the carving of the wolf before moves to slip the chain over his own neck, determined to hide it entirely lest Risque seek to take it from him before he scowls once more, moving to lean over her suddenly, reaching up and into the rafters until his fingers seize upon something, pulling it down towards him before offering what is evidently a plastic toy cat, one that holds a stark similarity to himself, moving to hold it out toward her. He does not believe in gifts it would seem, preferring to trade the woman for the pocket watch, even if he does not know how to tell time- assured perhaps that Tetra may teach him such a thing, delighting in his new magical Alpha toy, determined that it only further proves to Naddy that he is above her before gesturing to the leopard toy once more.

"You can....have this....it is not magic but....it is....pretty and it is....good for throwing."

He grins once more before abruptly rolling onto his side, stretching out entirely now as he remains almost wrapped around the woman whom shares his hammock.

"If Birdie does not....have pack to...sleep with....Birdie can...sleep with me- I do not mind."

He grins now readily once more, before that volatile nature seems to take hold, eyes narrowing darkly suddenly.

"But you have to...bring your own....sack. I am....not sharing mine."

Evidently his generosity comes with terms.


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