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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on June 27, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
Being affectionate in this particular case was something that Raven was still learning to do. While most women her age already had the skill down or new how to get better at it, Raven did not. She was willing to learn, willing to try, if not for him then for herself. She been comforted by his sane side that night atop the hill. The man ensuring not only that she was comfortable and pleased, but that she could trust him as well. It was a lot for the woman to simply let go and allow him to see such a vulnerable side to her. It had been far too long since the last time they engaged in this activity and she was quite eager to continue it. It was surpsing to her that her mate was capable of holding her up in this way, the first time the male was showing he was capable of literally supporting her. While kissing him roughly the pleasurable sound he made seemed to only encourage her to continue even more, knowing that sound, it was familiar to her. Admitting to him that she was willing to continue on down this road was a sure sign to the deviant and it seemed he wasn't willing to hold back. Feeling his arms hold her tighter she giggled when she felt the man take her off from the wall, her arms stayed wrapped around him for additional support, blue-grey eyes watching his darkened gaze carefully. Feeling his arms loosen, she slowly allowed herself to let go, letting her feet hit the ground with a soft thud. Quietly she stood before him, noticing the confusion on his face as his eyes looked her over. Nervously she brought her hands to her, allowing her fingers to twist and turn, concerned. Did he not want to? Before she could say anything she felt his hand gently grasping the hem of her shirt, as he attempted to lift it up, the girl lifting her arms over her head so he could slide the shirt off easily from her.
Her cheeks immediately turned a blush pink as she watched his dark eyes scan her up and down. Of course he had seen her before like this, but it had been a long time since he had. The lupine was still embarrassed by the zig-zagged deep scars that trailed across her frame from all over. As he rested one hand on her hip she shivered from the warm touch of his calloused fingers trailing up her frame, going over those shameful marks. As his lips pressed against her own, she happily returned the intensity, wrapping one arm over his shoulder, and then other loosely around his waist, so that he could continue his exploratory moves. As his fingers touched her first peak, that sensitive skin appeared to life, a soft moan released as the leopard paid it more attention. As he went over to the other, another soft pleased sound was released as she pressed her lips to his own. As his hand slid back to her waist she brought her own hands to his chest, feeling as his fingers pressed beneath the top of her pants, eyes widening slightly as she felt his two hands slither down and rest upon her butt. As his hands playfully squeezed her firm cheeks, the woman couldn't help, but laugh at his response. The other Tobi never mentioned anything about her butt, in fact Tobi never said anything about that particular feature. One man did though, and he would never be allowed to touch it, let alone compliment on it again. As her body was pressed against his own, she allowed him to do as he pleased, trusting his touches and knowing he would not do any harm. As his hands slipped away, she felt his fingers slip to her own, tugging her to follow him as he led them to the bed they never used.
The bed tucked away in the corner was used almost two years ago. There was nothing good about the bed. That bed held nothing but dark memories for her. She had used that bed to sleep and heal after her encounter with Frost. Her shoulder would press against his arm the woman a bit nervous to be even be near the bed. As they made it to the edge she looked up at her mate a bit worried. With an anxious sigh she kissed his cheek, holding his hand as she encouraged the man to lay upon the bed first. As he got himself settled, she would follow suit, positioning herself above him. With a small grin she began to kiss him gently on the lips, then down his jawline, her teeth sinking into his neck, as her hands easily slid up and down over his chiseled chest. Her lips would gently begin to follow along his chest, the woman attempting to bring some pleasure for the boy. As her body shifted downwards she could feel his arousal, the woman quite pleased and a bit embarrassed all at the same time. Teasingly her fingers reached the hem of his pants, drawing the fabric down slowly, blue-grey eyes shifting upwards to see his own, the girl giggling softly as she brought the hem of his pants back up, not allowing the boy relief, the woman knowing she was teasing her mate terribly.