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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on August 07, 2014 by Damon
West


I know girls like to dance. Well, confident girls, anyway. the others just hug the walls and watch with envy, wishing they could move like that. The truth is, more than half of them can; they just don't have the confidence to try. It's sad really, to see such potential wasted but that's not why I'm here tonight. I came for a drink and a companion to have some conversation with but instead I get an eyeful of a graceful creature on the dance floor showing everyone what they're missing. And I can never keep my hands out of the cookie jar.

She mostly has her eyes closed as if nothing and no one else in the club matters. Her body is in tune with the music like she's the only one who exists on this floor and for me in this moment, she is. She's going to be seriously disappointed if she really thinks no one else would notice her tonight. The men from the bar are practically eye fucking her right now, wishing they had the nerve to get up and go join her. They know they have no rhythm and there fore, no chance. Luckily I've had plenty of time to practice.

I speak up so she can hear me, not wanting to sneak up on her or intrude on her space. She turns to face me and locks eyes with me, studying me for a moment before giving me a dazzling smile. Her dancing never stops, only slowing some so she can better take me in. Her nose crinkles...cute. Then she tips her head and gestures with her finger and I know what's expected. Without missing a beat, I move up against her, not close enough to climb up on her like some men would do, just gently pressed against her as my hands find her trim waist. Her voice tickles at my ear, telling me no one has offered to show her around and asking if I'm volunteering. I smirk, blue eyes gleaming.

"Is it that obvious? Then yes, I'm offering."

I can tell she has a sense of humor by the teasing tone of her voice. The beat of the music changes and we both move accordingly, my body swaying to the same rhythm as hers. She turns and I get a better feel for her body, my hands venturing to her hips but no further, not wanting to push my luck. She gives her name and a nickname and I chuckle lightly.

"Felicity, a lovely name. I wouldn't want to shorten that for anything. I'm Damon."


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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