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 08, 2014 by Tobias
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The dog's discord only sees the young mans dissention mount once more, responding entirely to the animal now, the movements of the creature seeming to speak more readily to the naturally animalistic fellow as his tongue moves to brush over his teeth in a decidedly bizarre manner as if he contemplates their use in this situation before he refocuses upon the women. She is...stronger then he remembers, her will seeming that bit more assured, her maturity perhaps resulting in her assertion in this manner though indeed the boy is hardly given to appreciate. He enjoys that which he can control, that which he can manipulate and force beneath him. Perhaps this is due to his animal form, to his nature, reflective of any young male animal in it's prime- determined to assert itself and yet there is such a darkness to the boy, in almost malicious intent that seems to linger behind that beautiful, child-like grin, one that seems to revel in seeing others beneath him. Emma is one of the select few, perhaps, to have escaped his destructive rage in the past, the girl having found a niche for herself within his existence in as much the same way as Naddy. For whatever reason some women, few as they are, seem to find a purpose within his mind and though indeed he teases at her now, pushes at her, seeks to intimidate her- that still remains. He is merely testing his boundaries as he used to, seeking to understand how far she may let him go in this game he plays, her words seeming to earn her a genuine look of contemplation as his head tilts to one side yet again, ebony hair tangling with the length of his lashes in a decidedly boyish look, seeming momentarily oblivious to her teasing, sultry tone.


"String."


It is, perhaps, a seemingly ridiculous thing to demand as payment, though his inability to perceive beyond the most basal emotions assures that it is hardly a joke or a tease, his demand entirely serious, seeming to require Emma bring him string.


"and...ribbons."


He continues to regard her, seeking to assure himself she has understood this ludicrous demand that he sees no need to elaborate on, dark chocolate eyes held firmly against her own as he remains utterly oblivious to her attempts. Women it would seem, to some extent, continue to elude him entirely, or more so he requires a certain situation, a certain memory to be retrieved to once more stimulate the reaction she seems to sick, his fractured mind struggling still to knot together the fragments of their past as she stands before him, pulling back and away from her outstretched hand, simply not.....ready within this moment, to re-accept that touch after so many years apart- despite her quiet words, his memory once more seeming to seep from the recess of his conscious thoughts as it tangles within his mind. His attention returns to her hands, if only briefly, seeming to consider the warmth her hands had once held, though he remains wary still. Allowing his past to find him, so far, had proven...disagreeable, yet he makes no mention of such things to Emma. He simply never speaks of his new 'home', preferring to keep such things entirely to himself.


The disappearance of the dog sees the young man relax slightly more, the animal wandering off despite having failed to ask his permission to do as such, the boy ignoring what he deems to be a lesser creature as he circulates the woman again, ever the predator, taunting at the fabric of her confidence in search of a lose thread perhaps as she inclines her face back towards him, seemingly determined to glare before faint tendrils of heat begin to lash at his skin, that warmth that radiates from her seeming to leak into his veins, the gesture earning a rather satisfied purr as he seems to near relish in that heat one more. Drawing closer and closer still until he is very near pressed against her in some desire to bask in that warmth like any feline would.


"Where do...you live now?"


He desires to know perhaps, so that he might find it when he desires for indeed even if she would prefer he stay away, he has little intention of doing so. Her words see his lips part once more before that flash of flame in her hands see his eyes slice sidewards at the flickering orb, clear fascination upon his features as he watches it flicker and dance, his young fingers reaching readily towards it. Perhaps she sees herself as a monster of sorts and yet it is clear he does not, his child-like mind finding only delight in her creation, though those long fingers restrain themselves before they can reach the flames and he lingers behind her still.


"Not a....monster......I have seen....monsters, you do not look....like them."


Whether this is a compliment or the boy merely speaks fact is hard to discern, wild eyes forever watchful of the world around him as he proceeds to play with a tendril of her hair, twisting it about for no reason other then he seems to enjoy it, such childlike innocence, contrasted so darkly against perhaps the true intentions of his mind as those clever fingers beat a pattern against the back of her neck, twisting and twirling that lock of hair- distracting her, seeking to draw her mind entirely to this gentle caress.


"No...touching."


It is barely a murmur of a command as is head dips, lips brushing against that soft, sensitive skin of her neck before his teeth so suddenly find purchase, biting down with evident and possessive command, quite content to mark the girl with his own personal signature despite the pain such a thing might bring, relishing in that momentary heat before he suddenly and abruptly pulls away, very near pivoting on the spot as his eyes narrow once more, shifting a step back and away from the woman, highly attuned senses so clearly alert as a hiss of sorts pulls free of lips.


"Stupid....things....coming back."


Who or what is coming back remains to be seen as those bare feet twist once more, each muscle in his lean frame tensing now, annoyed at being forced to relinquish his prize- at least for now, his obsessive nature seeming to have found a touch of intrigue in Emma once more before his eyes suddenly land upon her car.


"Can...you drive it?"


He simply moves to point, that cunning gleam returned to those fathomless dark eyes.




Tobi
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