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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Even though she was prone to be shy a lot before she left, there was nothing she felt afraid of when she was with him, and being beneath the stars was only natural for her. It felt like being a were again, like how things used to be in her home pack, but she was with a hunter and not just any hunter. The hunter who stole her heart. She could stay here with him forever and everything about this moment felt magical. His touch, his smell, the sounds from his lips. She felt truly alive when she was with him. his hips moved against hers and she worked to keep a steady rhythm, her eyes mostly closed as she savored the sensations flooding her system. She reached for her pants, assisting him in removing them as her lips melded to his perfectly. She could feel his hunger to match her own and she fed off of it, wanting more, always more. He was her first and she had never felt these sensations before. She ate it up and didn't want it with anyone else but him. He was her addiction and her remedy.
He muttered in her ear as she worked at his own jeans, accidentally ripping the button off. She was only worried about how he would hold up his own jeans when they left this place for a few seconds before she became fully distracted by his body once again. She couldn't get over how simply amazing he looked shirtless. He looked perfect with clothes on but without them...well, he was a whole new version of sexy. And she had just started learning what sexy even meant recently. Yet he matched every description of that in her opinion. Her hands moved to his loosened pants, slipping inside to massage the muscle that she had learned quickly is the most sensitive part of his body. It didn't take her long to figure out that he loved to have it touched and he loved even more to have it stroked so that's exactly what she did. He was good at guiding her too whether he knew it or not. He moved his body in such a way to help her stroke it harder, faster, which ever he preferred and she went with it, matching his rhythm, wanting to coax the same pleasures to life within him as she felt with his touch.
She felt his own hands on her and she leaned into them, her kisses more vigorous as he grabbed her butt in one hand while his other slipped into her underwear. Another deep moan left her lips as he found her apex, caressing it to ecstasy. She put her own growing pleasure into her hands, transferring the same speed and rhythm to him as he was giving her but she knew that she wanted more, needed more.
"Alexander, I want you. I need you, always."
She breathed in his ear, planting hungry kisses on his jaw and down his neck as she moved his pants down his legs, removing fabric like an animal until they were both completely nude. Now that she felt less restricted, she moved on top of him, her hips jolting against his firmly and she looked to him as if for permission before guiding him inside her. She threw her head back, groaning in pleasure as her body started to move, letting him guide her into whatever speed and depth he wanted.
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