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
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
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Posted on June 18, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
At times when she saw his face form into a frown, it brought the girl to be a bit apprehensive. After all his mood swings were always sudden and his actions being swayed by them, even more surpsing. Always the young woman had to be careful of their surroundings and who they were around. She was used to seeing his frowning face morph into an angrier expression and then become a bit too violent. There was no need to worry though. After all she was quite capable of taking care of him, calming him down or riling him up...whatever was necessary. A small impish grin appeared as she watched the man begin to slowly piece by piece make the connection to what she was implying. Pink lips pulled back into a wider grin, as he quickly shook his head back and forth that scowl on his face not as threatening it would have been if they were in a different situation. Leaving the bathroom and heading for the dresser, she dressed herself wincing as she moved, the pain in her side inflicting her pain. Grabbing the sweat pants she handed them to her mate, thinking perhaps he would be far more comfortable in them. As he dressed himself, positioning himself in such a peculiar sexual position, her cheeks flared a dark pink as she averted her eyes, hardly needing to seem in fully at this point in time. It was when she heard him speak about the pants did she return her eyes back upon him. With a nod she explained, as she tried to sit herself down, using the bookshelf end to keep her sitting straight.
Always she had seen the male in jeans, frayed and torn. The only two times she saw him dressed up in such a fine suit was when he was there at the Masquerade Ball and when he took her out to the charity ball, where they truly did not belong. It would be good if he learned another form of clothes to wear and when to wear them. Jeans she knew were far too uncomfortable to sleep in. He didn't necessarily look like he was comfortable when he was in these jeans, whenever he came in to lie down with her in their shared hammock. Watching him work the band methodically allowed the woman's attention to focus on it rather than the pain she was feeling in her side. As he answered her question it led her to ask another one, curious as to how he knew others that would make such a thing in the first place.
Easily she took the half-finished bracelet from him, holding it gently in her hand. The way he hoped up and stood caused her to flinch, and wince. He seemed quite alert, as if there was something wrong. Which just happened to cause her to feel anxious. Worried she looked around trying to find whatever it was that seemed to set her mate off. She could hear the sound of the crowd below enjoying whatever fight was going on, so clearly that was okay. It was when she heard the sound of the swish and swoosh of the pants that caused her eyes to widen slightly at the realization. Seeing him run around the room and then out the door caused her to giggle for a moment, until the pain in her side flared up she cried out softly. She could hear the sound from their staff shouting, items breaking, all because of her mate being silly. As he sprinted back into their room she watched as he threw himself back upon the rug, the boy rolling onto his back, in such a vulnerable and submissive position. That he 'out ran' his pants brought nothing more than a kind simper on her scarred face. As he rested his head in her lap, she gave him an endearing smile, her hands gently going through his dark hair. It was when he reached out for her side did she flinch away from him, speaking softly but worriedly.
Blue-grey eyes widen as she felt his warm hand place itself on her wounded side. The hand placing pressure on there was enough to cause her to cry out sharply, but her body would still as she felt an unfamiliar feeling rush over her. It was an energy she hadn't felt much of. Her body could heal, but not as quickly like this...not with a little help. A loud crack could be heard as the two broken ribs fixed themselves, the girl holding her breath as she felt the soreness slowly recede. Eventually the woman would begin to feel as if she had never been injured there in the first place. Bending over she placed her lips on his forehead, a few times, and then placing them on his lips, holding them there for a moment. Lifting her head a wide grin appeared as she ruffled his hair again, her voice warm and bright.
Her eyes would drift back to the half-made bracelet, once again curious as to how he knew how to create such things and if perhaps he knew more. As any mate should, she was interested in his hidden hobby, the girl wanting to learn more about it...and him.