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 could tell the minute she answered that he hadn't meant it as an insult to her. She knew she was taking it out of context but she couldn't help but think that he must have expected her to just go sleep with someone. Didn't he know her better than that? She only did with him because she trusted him and there wasn't too many people she could say that about. She couldn't sleep with a stranger like some humans and she didn't have a relationship to speak of so why would she have slept with someone else besides him? He had Sterling but she didn't have anyone. She knew she was probably taking it too far but it still hurt. But then he pulled away and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep from whimpering at the absence of his hands. She sighed and looked down. "I know. It's just...I don't have a Sterling so who else would I sleep with?" She looked up, trying to read his gaze. Then he explained that he didn't want to hurt her and even though she was still hurting, she still felt herself soften toward him for caring so much. She smiled up at him, her hand going to his chest. "Thank you, Henry. Thank you for caring." She didn't know exactly what he had in store for them but she was eager to do whatever he wanted. She trusted him that much. Finally his hands went back to her hips, pushing her to the wall and she backed up willingly. Her hands grasped his shirt, making sure he stayed close to her this time. His hands went to her dress, pulling it down till it pooled around her feet. She felt a brush of cold air and shivered, goosebumps on her arms but her gaze never left Henry. As his lips pressed to hers, she moaned hungrily into his mouth, feeling his hands removing her bra and then her underwear. He lifted her leg to the table and she watched him, curious of what would happen next. As his mouth started moving along her skin, she gasped and tilt her head back, her hands tangling in his hair as he moved lower. His mouth worked wonders on her nipples. She whimpered in pleasure, pushing his mouth closer. The nips were driving her crazy. With her animal instincts, she understood those and she wanted more. As his mouth reached her sex, she shuddered, knowing what was coming and that she would love it. As his fingers entered her, she gasped. "Yes, Henry, yes!" She thrusted her hips forward to meet his fingers and mouth, knowing she was close. But as she was just about to tip over that edge, he pulled away. She whimpered with urgency, grinding herself against him as his mouth moved back up. She was sure he had a reason for the torment but she needed him, like, yesterday. At his command, she inhaled sharply, tasting the authority in his tone but instead of fighting back as she would usually, she averted her gaze and turned around, pressing her hands to the wall. She turned her head just enough to get a peek as he started stripping his own clothes off. She licked her lips, wanting to return the favor. She watched him grab a condom out of the table and slide it on. Her fingers gripped the wall, wishing she could do it but she was sure he was just as urgent to be inside her now as she wanted him to be. When she felt him press against her entrance, she whimpered again, pressing back against him. "Please, Henry." She pleaded, her body urging for release. Slowly he started to press inside her and she clenched her jaw around the fullness, her body stretching and adjusting but it was an amazing mixture of pleasure and pain. She was overwhelmed, moaning as she thrust her hips back into him, taking more. As he filled her, her breathing increased in anticipation, moving against him impatiently. "Henry." She whispered. And then he started to move and she made a sound of pleasure, her body pushing back to meet him, thrust for thrust. As she felt his teeth on her neck, she gasped, her own teeth turning sharp in response but not for retaliation. Her body was responding to the animal instincts, wanting him to dominate. As his hand found her sex, she moaned, thrusting against his member and his fingers, getting her own pleasure from both. She felt herself building, her core tightening around him right as she went over the edge into oblivion. She screamed his name, not even caring who heard it as she climaxed. Somewhere in the haze of her mind, she felt him throb inside her and push, knowing he was orgasming too. By the time she was able to feel her legs again, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed and she followed on shaky legs, like a newborn colt. He sat and pulled her on top of him and she looked at him through half lidded eyes, her gaze still hazy with satisfaction. She tried to concentrate on him as he spoke to her, telling her never to think of herself as a whore. He told her he wanted her to find love and she smiled softly at him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Maybe love's not for me." Sighing, she leaned forward, curling herself against his chest and laying her head on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "At least I'll always have you. I know we can't keep doing this, Henry, and that's okay. As long as I have you as my friend, I know I'll be okay." She whispered against his shoulder. |