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

when i used to rule the world


Posted on May 13, 2017 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
West

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


There was something decidedly risque about so taking the young woman within the park and yet, even for all his efforts to be proper with her fair gender, Alexander was not beyond his own share of such decidedly sensual kinks. There was something that almost felt...natural at the sheer notion of being naked with her beneath the stars, lost within those genteel touches she so caressed his skin with. It reminded him of his youth - long gone though it certainly was. The only thought that truly registered upon the man's mind in those moments was her - the feel of her body against him, the way her hair so framed her face, the sounds he was capable of coaxing from her lips, that backdrop of the night sky behind her. He was intently aware of the way her hips so moved against his own physique, so prompting those desires further to the surface as he pressed his body back against her own in response. His fingers gingerly massaged that altogether sensitive skin as her lips brushed against his jawline and yet, that was hardly enough to satisfy the man in the slightest.

He could feel her hands sliding against the edge of that shirt, the Macedonian man so moving with her in an effort to assist her removal of that shirt from his own chiseled chest. His words were near breathless against her ear as his fingers so toyed with the loops on her jeans. God he wanted them off of her, he wanted to be inside of her, to lose himself within those sensations only her body could provide him. Alexander was so utterly used to that life of celibacy that he'd been condemned to for the last few decades that he found himself almost over eager to so indulge within those intimate acts with her. Still, Alexander met that ferocity of her lips crushing against his with a decided amount of fervor all his own, hardly even complaining at the way her teeth so nipped at his bottom lip. There was something entirely arousing at her more primal reactions to that sexual exploration and yet, the Dark Hunter still found a part of his attention wholly focused on the removal of her jeans, helping to push them off hips until they were out of his reach.

Alex could feel the way her fingers toyed roughly with the button of his now wholly restrictive jeans, and yet the fashion in which she so ripped at that bit of metal hardly perturbed him in the wake of those desires that so desperately yearned for release. "It's fine." He muttered in soft reassurance between those hurried kisses. His body was wholly attentive as her fingers slipped downwards and towards that part of him that so nearly ached for her touch. That groan reverberated on his lips as his hips grinded against the woman's hand, fully encouraging that firm touch all the same. His hands settled upon her hips and yet, Alexander was hardly one to take without giving in turn. His fingers circled the hem of her underwear, dipping slightly to cup the girl's butt with one hand, his other moving around the front to slip beneath that thin fabric to caress all those places he knew would bring about that wetness he so desired.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

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