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
She felt that she could do anything when she was with Alexander. He gave her a power she never knew existed. She felt so attuned to his body. She could tell by every little shift in his muscles, his breathing, his smelle ven, just ow to adjust for the greatest pleasure. It was a benefit of having heightened senses. Plus she had animal instinct and it gave her all the right cues for what to do next. She had only ever had this experience with him so it felt comfortable and even natural to her. His touch, his voice, everything about him gave her a sense of urgency that she knew only he could feed. She would probably never understand another in this way as she did him because he was her first but she didn't care. She only wanted him. She shifted and used her hands to give him pleasure even as she moaned and shifted herself into his own hands, giving him the same control over her pleasure as well.
It was a game of give and take but she wanted to pull her own weight, if not more so. He told her that he was hers and she moaned again, her body empowered by those words. She had never felt more in control than she did with Alexander. She was so different from the timid girl she had been, the victim, the beaten and the broken. But now she was the conquerer and the killer and she didn't mind anymore. She was strong and she had something now that was hers. She had this beautiful strong confident man and he was hers. It was more than she could ever ask for. His nod was recieved with the motion of her body to position herself over him. She felt his hand down there guiding himself into her and as she felt him inside her, she arched her back and rolled her hips, letting him get as deep as he wanted. She wanted all of it and more.
As she moved on top of him, she could feel the building tension inside both of them and suddenly he had pulled her against him. She giggled, even as he rolled so that she was now in the grass and he was on top. She didn't mind though, shimmying beneath him for more friction as she looked up at him, hungry as ever. As he leaned down, she met his lips with a fervor she'd never felt before, her hands tangling in his hair to share in the lust she felt through him. She moaned and rolled her hips up to meet his, moving with him and giving him the best angles she could to let him get deep.
"Alexander..."
She moaned his name.
alexis wilde