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

got your head hung low


Posted on March 06, 2019 by boone kendrick
West



While Boone might be intoxicated, he had this amazing ability to not act intoxicated. It took very high levels of alcohol for him to even resemble a drunken mess, and Boone hadn't even come close to that level. He had a good buzz on him though. However, Boone had hoped that his evening date might be a little more of heavyweight, but after only a few shots, she was gone. Boone, knowing that he preferred his conquests to be conscious, simply decided to leave her on the bench. She'd wake up tomorrow and forget anything had even happened.

However, after slamming his body into the wall following tripping over that fucking cat, Boone decided that he needed a few more drinks in him. Since he wasn't going to get laid tonight, he had already decided to head on home and continue his drinking there. At least then he could really get hammered and then fall asleep and have the best sleep of his life. What he hadn't been expecting, however, was that he was being watched. You see, Boone tended to ignore all his heightened senses when he wanted to. Boone had never appreciated his fae blood, so he tended to ignore most of those senses entirely.

However, it was someone's words that caught his attention. He stops his procession home and turns to look at the well-dressed stranger that comes closer. They are dressed similarly. Boone was wearing a pair of black slacks with a light blue shirt and black suite coat. He always liked to dress classy when he was out, always had and always would. "Blame my exit on the fucking feral cats. There are too many god damn cats in this area of town." The cats were never spayed or neutered, so they just bred and bred and bred. He might not hate cats so much if there weren't so many of them or they were not so feral. But alas, he had no control over the cats.

But, it was the other's second set of words that had Boone pausing his walk home. Slowly, he turned to look at the other more fully. "I prefer my play things..." His voice paused for a moment before he continued. "...to be conscious." He leaned against the wall of the building as he looked over the other who, in his opinion, was trying to be intimidating. Hardly anything intimidated him. "It's much more fun when they participate as well." There had only been one time where one had fallen asleep after her big orgasm. He had been trying to finish but he didn't like the feeling of fucking a dead body. And so, he let her sleep and finished himself off. But none of that was fun. Now, he made it a point to not sleep with someone who couldn't participate in return.



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