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 June 24, 2017 by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA
West

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word


His hands gripped on the flesh of her hips with far more pressure than he usually touched her, that sheer lust that had so coaxed into a veritable fire within him prompted a measure of fervor within him. His hips rolled against her's, eagerly meeting each movement of her own with equal force. His breath had long since quickened with each thrust of his body within her, those groans peeled from his lips in a near rhythmic fashion as he pulled her closer towards him. It wasn't enough for him, not yet. He wanted to feel every part of her, to fill her very depths, to prompt those sounds from her lips and to haver her body flush against his own. It was with that desire that Alexander wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer against him as he rolled the pair over. That giggle that left her lips had a way of bringing a small simper upon his own features, even if his thoughts were near fully focused upon those sensations her body so afforded him in those tender moments.

A soft groan left his lips as he slid deeper into her, her body near shimming beneath him. The man leaned down, his lips eagerly met her own as her hands tangled into his locks. Her hips so eagerly pressed into his own as he held her body closer against him, his hips so quickening their pace within her form. He was getting closer - ever so closer as he groaned against her lips. That sound of his own name caused him to pant ever so slightly and yet, Alexander was willing to give just as much as he took from her. Alexander shifted within her, searching for those very same places that might offer her just as much pleasure as he took from her frame. It was only once he felt her body tightening around his own frame that he was willing to even allow himself that release he damn near craved. "Oh, god, Alexis." Those words were softly muttered on his lips as his pace quickened deeper within him, the man ever quickly moving towards that near pentacle of pleasure before, with a few further firm thrusts, he found himself moaning in that near ecstasy as he finished within her.

Slowly, the man shifted, pulling himself from her, the man rolling off of her and onto his side next to her. His chest rose and fell haphazardly as he attempted to catch his breath and yet, those blue-green eyes remained steadfast upon the young woman. His attention was wholly settled on her alone. A near impish look crossed his features as his gaze brushed over her figure in the wake of all they had done. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." He commented in a low voice and yet, those words were entirely teasing all the same. It was perhaps stereotypical of him but, sex had a way of putting the man in a far better mood then he often was - that seriousness he wore so regularly almost falling free from the near ancient man.

Alexander Macedonia

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

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