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 11, 2014 by Tobias
West
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This notion of 'brother' sees the boys eyes narrow ever so slightly, the word understood to some extent, after all, he has long called Tetra 'brother' in the same manner by which Aiden and Nadya had offered such a moniker to himself, yet this addition of some form of other male within her presence is a seemingly disapproving thing. He is a decidedly possessive creature, certain objects, certain people, seeming to hold some form of value to him even if they themselves do not perceive it, the value he holds in others often entirely self-serving and yet he walks the line between man an animal so very finely. Even within his human form those animalistic instincts remain, his need to survive commanding his actions above so much else and as such it is for her willingness to feed him and care for him that he retains Birdie, Lucian kept simply for the fact the man provides a certain knowledge the deviant craves, Nadya is pack, to be protected and guarded as Tetradore is his companion, his protection and all else in this world. Emma, it would seem, holds another sort of value that appeals, if only for the heat of her skin and the curiosity his mind takes in her continued attempts to defy him, like a mouse that seeks to run between the claws of a cat over and over. He likes her presence, her scent- even if it is not so sweet as Nadya's, though indeed by nature of her species Emma carries another scent entirely. Such is his obsessive nature however, that the boy finds himself agitated in the knowledge of this 'brother' though he remains silent on it for now, disliking any of his possessions to linger near other men as this knowledge of where she lives is simply stored away. Not that he needs it, not truly, his ability to hunt so willingly allowing the girl before him to be found whenever he might desire it. Her shower perhaps the only place he will not willingly seek her, his disdain for water warning him away from such things.

The manner in which she leans so willingly into him affords the barest touch of a simper upon his lips, the creamy tone of her warm flesh so very appealing, her slight reactions responding so readily to his instinctive drive to take so much more from her even if some part of himself still remains hesitant, unsure, touch such a very delicate issue for the creature as he teases at a single stray lock of hair, seeking to have her relax so entirely as she tenses once more in those moments that follow, teeth piercing that delicate flesh as he bites down in quite the animalistic fashion though indeed the girl will surely not understand this display of dominance, of allowing him to leave his signature within her very flesh, marking her as both subordinate and possession- at least in this instance, after all, bites can have so very many meanings- the young man rather content to simply prove who is in charge in these moments before he pivots away, responding readily to another sound his sharper instincts have so easily detected, dark eyes flicking wildly in this moment despite his reluctance to yield his prize, the girls shriek grating against his ears as those fathomless dark pools slice back towards her in agitation. He hates screaming. Her mention of the word 'prick' however, readily seems to ensnare his attention, head tilted slightly to one side in guarded wariness.

"What is...prick?"

Her tone and body language seem to indicate she is annoyed and as such he is inclined to believe this may be some form of insult, fractured existence puzzling over this single word as he regards her, his momentary distraction allowing the girl to reach forward in those moments, slapping at his arm in the manner one slaps at a disobedient puppy. For a moment Tobias simply stares, eyes widening slightly in surprise at this gesture, some form of disbelief seeming to taint his youthful features before his normally indifferent expression seems to shift into something darker, that volatile nature folding so rapidly towards the predatory side of himself as a growl of sorts coils within his throat before the woman has the audacity to walk away from him, pivoting on her heel to march back towards the car he had pointed out mere moments before, attempting to stop the bleeding from her wounded neck. It is one thing, perhaps, to strike him- yet it is another to be entirely foolish enough to turn her back, lip quirking slightly upward as a single stride brings him behind her once more, one hand reaching out to capture the back of her shirt, quite content to literally haul her backwards. He is stronger then any human, stronger then near every other Were in this city and indeed it would seem she has displeased him thoroughly today as he proceeds to attempt to toss her onto the ground the way one tosses a used toy, marching straight past her as he does, content that the woman has been put back in her place- beneath him and literally so, a snicker hissing into the air as he does, waiting only long enough for her to head for the car once more, letting the dog into the back seat as he moves to let himself into the passenger seat, flashing her a grin as he does before he simply points ahead.

"Make it...go."

Clearly he wants her to drive, waiting for the girl to do as she has been told, eyes turned to peer behind him once more, assuring himself that 'they' remain behind as his nature seems to shift again, the child-like demeanour seeming to return as they go, readily fascinated with the inside of her car, proceeding to press at any number of buttons on the dashboard, the windscreen wipers exploding into action seeing him flinch backwards in surprise before one hand reaches forward to snatch at them, fingers brushing against glass and fortunately saving the unfortunate wiper blades from his destruction.

"Left.....no...no...stupid girl....other way!"

Clearly he had meant right, the boy evidently unable to tell one side from the other, proceeding to blame her for it entirely as his arms fold across the lithe hardness of his chest, evidently content to have the woman drive him home and save him the effort of walking though he offers her no explanation as to his intentions in this, merely seeing fit to give her orders and seemingly incorrect directions, one hand lifting to gesture to the right now, lip quirking in disapproval at the stench of dog that fills his nostrils before those dark eyes fall on Emma once more, features softer now as he regards her.

"Can I...drive? I will....be careful and not...bite you again."

He grins now, or more so, mimics a grin, the boys inability to feel true emotions limiting his ability to offer such a reaction and yet his copy is a flawless thing, white teeth flashed towards her in this gorgeous rendition of a smile, seeking to manipulate her once more like a cunning child determined to get what it wants attempting to appeal to her feminine side and tease with the emotions he knows women posses, seeking to exploit that weakness within her. He never has drive a car before and his is quite sure he would like it...





Tobi
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