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

me and the devil, walking side by side


Posted on September 27, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree

Come away, little lamb, come away to the water


In keeping with the fashion of one with so astute a mind and marvelous an imagination as hers, Askaree's thoughts had already found themselves utterly saturated with what she might venture to do with what was soon to be their grand vessel. Water had always served as her sanctuary, the singular place of divine quietude in an existance otherwise punctuated with riotous ventures and general mayhem. A nod to her reptilian alter ego, she supposed. And so the notion that she might (would, let's be real) soon be in part possession of such a luxurious vehicle as this was a source of particular glee for the mischevious Egyptian. So much so that her eyes do not part from her intended prize as the Were King's hand slips so agreeably into her own as to accept the terms she had laid out in so nonchalant a manner.

She does not, in fact, cast a wayward glance to the Kitten King until such a time as he seeks to get this proverbial "show" on the road. In truth she had planned a different manner of debauchery for the remainder of her evening, fully intending to fuck, fight, or flask her way into oblivion until well into the wee hours of the next morn; however, the notion of a catch as great as this was... titillating to say the very least. Bravo to King Kitty, he wasn't a complete waste of oxygen and good hair... at least when it came to his tastes in aquatic transportation. And so the devilish foreigner saunters in his wake, every portion of her soul aquiver with the promise of what was to come.

A smile, joyous were it not for the demonic shade that accompanied the expression, peels itself unto her otherwise beautiful features at her impromptu companion's inquiry. How fucking cute. "I'll do my best," she coos in a fashion that suggests in no uncertain terms that she jests, already in the process of disrobing herself and stowing her garments along with Davante's illegal swag into the nearby hollow of a tree trunk. Askaree minds not her own public nudity nor the presumed nudity of her partner in crime, as accostumed to the sight and feel of bare flesh as any Were eventually came to be. With bodies like theirs, who wouldn't want to traipse about wearing naught but a smile? Certainly not Askaree who, no surprise here, preferred the thrill of nudity more than most things in life. And so she waits in false-patience for the feline monarch to get on with it before lowering herself unto her knees and stretching the fingers of a single hand into the soft, pillowy sand beneath her.

It takes but a smattering of moments, the tightening of supple flesh bunching into rows of reptilian armor and the shifting from hot blood to cold a comforting, almost hypnotic ritual for the young Egyptian woman. In a matter of seconds what had once been a lithe, gorgeous woman had given way to thirteen feet and half a ton of ophidian hulk. A satisfied reptilian purr rumbles from within as Askaree slips into the cool darkness of the sea, a subtle, easy flicking of her thick tail sending her asail towards their intended target.

Could she swim? Ha.

Come away, little lamb,
come away to theslaughter

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