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
That almost confused look that danced upon the woman's features momentarily saw even Tobias pause despite those instincts that tugged at him, despite how much he desired her in every way possible. Despite his own inabilities the boy remained distinctly attentive to his mate, aware of those subtle shifts and changes in her demeanour and mood, that hesitation abundantly clear to him as if she was unsure of how to proceed. Tobias was, perhaps, not the most ideal of beings for those lessons, the boy lacking the ability to fully explain just what he desired or how it might work nor entirely capable of understanding her own nervousness in the newness of all of those. That anxiety within her however, was entirely enough to see him pause in the least and allow her those few moments to understand, the woman making no effort to stop him and as such Tobias was merely content to continue until she did. Even despite all that he was that simple respect for her remained. Raven one of the few beings within the entirety of the world Tobias so held that respect for enough to shift his own behaviour to meet her desires. Yet here and now those desires were entirely overwhelming, that need for her stoked even further by those simply touches of her hand and the press of her lips. Tobias delighting in her boldness in even those small ways as his hands reached to rest upon her hips, sliding her forward and into his lap, positioning her in a fashion the man knew so instinctively would work even if he held truly little practice in performing it himself. His hips rolling effortlessly upward to enter her.
That sudden gasp from within her momentarily saw him hesitate once more before his lips pressed easily to her jaw, stirring that moan from within her, that sound resonating readily within him. He liked those sounds. He liked being able to coax them from her. That roll of her own hips drawing that sound of pleasure from deep within his own throat. He was unused to those sensations, to that feel of the woman around him, Tobias so unaware of the actions of that other being that existed within himself and what had already been done, the deviants attention focused upon Raven alone and nothing else. That pleasure she alone was capable of providing him drawing another groan from his lips. Her hands reached out, balancing themselves upon his neck, his own grip remaining upon her hips, that simple closeness such a position provided wholly relished by the feline in those moments. That feel of her skin, of her, even her scent almost intoxicating to him. His own breathing had grown rapidly unsteady, that simple desire not to harm her so seeing him hold back upon that strength he was truly capable off, so much of that moment dictated by Birdie alone as the woman seemed to find and set that rhythm.
The hands that pressed against his chest in that clear request to lie back saw his hands softly release her hips to do as she asked, Tobias leaning back down against that bed, only for his mate to tumble slightly atop him, her cheeks flaring that deep hue of red and yet Tobias so hardly seemed to notice such an action had not at all been purposeful. The boy allowing that grin to dance upon his features, that chuckling sound rising from within him again before one hand reached easily upward in a truly unique gesture of affection, allowing his fingers to caresses her cheek in that soft touch, resting them there a moment if only to draw her attention back to him and to feel that heated, flushed cheek beneath his fingers in an unspoken assurance. That soft kiss to his forehead saw his lip quirk slightly upward once more and yet that continued roll of her hip so readily drew his attention again. Those sensations alone drew that rush of air from within him, Tobias shifting to meet her rhythm and roll his own hips as best he could from his more limited position. His own breathing readily hitched once more, Tobias so encouraging her to increase that speed and action towards that height of pleasure. His own hands rested upon her limbs, fingers tightening slightly against her skin, his own motion readily increasing now to bring them both to that very edge of satisfaction he knew so instinctively he desired, his own eyes fluttering briefly closed in those last few moments as he so finally found that release. Tobias quite content to take Birdie with him.
His own form shifted slightly in between those heavy breaths and the simple exhaustion that seemed to settle on him in the wake of it, Tobias leaning upward to press his lips to his mates own a final time before near collapsing back atop that bed. He shifted from beneath her, moving to allow her space on the bed beside him before rolling lightly onto his stomach, that fine sheen of sweat clinging to his frame from the simple effort of that action and yet, for once, that deviant boy found himself entirely satisfied and so rarely afflicted with a simple...peace. That simple afterglow of sex so having a way of settling him entirely, his body so finally tired in a way it rarely ever was. That need for simple closeness and affection potent within him as his side pressed to Raven's own in a gesture both affectionate and possessive all at once.
"This is.....maybe my.....favourite game."
Those stuttered words slipped softly between his lips, one hand reaching to push that dark hair out off his equally dark gaze as he remained facing her. Tobias assured that this might be the best of all games, a game he had almost forgotten in all that time and yet one he had so readily seemed to remember now. One that seemed to put the boy in a strikingly good mood.
"Birdie is a....very good...player."
Well. It was basically a compliment.
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