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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on August 22, 2014 by Tobias
West
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It is with a hissing snicker that the precosious feline dances atop the guttering of the warehouse in delight at his game, the anchor dropped with precision towards the male hunter- only to have his plan ruined by the female whom suddenly lunges into her mate, sending them both into a nearby stack of boxes, his anchor slamming harmlessly into the concert below, ending the shaggy haired creatures delight in this moment as he simply moves now to scowl. Dark eyes flicker briefly to the wolf, his fellow Were and companion, assuring himself she remains intact, his desire to protect what he is sure is his own flaring within these moments before that darkened gave falls upon the female hunter, her shouted words hardly missed by his sensitive ears as he moves to peer towards her beneath lashings of wild hair. He does not understand her words entirely, her vocals rushed and shouted, grating against his ears and mind and yet her tone, the manner in which she holds herself assures him indeed that she posses a threat, a hiss or sorts rising within his throat- spat back at her from atop the roof to display his disdain for a creature he is assured is weak. Instinct however, sees him remain atop the roof, dark hunters a threat to himself, he is assured, indecision residing within his form in this moment, the creature caught between his desire to cause havoc amongst them, to fight as he so desires and yet...self-preservation exists still, the resulting effect causing the man to offer little more than his hiss, eyes flicking once more to Birdie- content perhaps, to merely take her and leave. At least until it is the blades appear within the woman's hands, that flash of silver seeing his agitation spike once more.

A shift and hiss of sorts sees his teeth and claws alone shift into place atop his human form, fangs bared like those of a vampire towards the hunter below, claws scraping at the rusted iron beneath his feet as another growl rumbles within his throat, those threads of connection readily reaching for birdie now. He knows his companion, knows the way in which she thinks and moves, has hunted with her before and indeed in this moment he simply seeks to assure that connection- to hunt with her once more, aware the female remains with him in this manner as his eyes remain upon the hunter, words slithered beneath a hiss within his throat, head tilting slightly in confusion at her words.

"I am...a pussy.....a cat."

He shifts slightly, his lengthy leopard tail having appeared now, one clawed finger pointing towards it, as if to prove to the woman he isn't lying, unable to understand why she has called him the very thing that he is. His confusion however, is short lived, eyes flicking suddenly to rest upon the flash and flicker of silver the other man holds in his hand, feline instinct unable to ignore the jingle and clatter of the keys as pupils dilate in delight and a rumbling purr coils within his throat. He likes these keys, likes the movement, the colour, the sound, finds himself readily drawn to it, moving to shift along the edge of the warehouse, oblivious to the crack and groan beneath his weight- at least for now as he focuses entirely upon the keys.

"I want to....have them."

Kat is very near forgotten in this moment, tail flicking in anticipation as he crouches like a gargoyle upon a limb, dark eyes flashing with leopard gold before the male hunter suddenly....flies. For a moment the boy simply stares, eyes widening in surprise as his head tilts once more, dark eyes following the floating hunter, the other man frantically grasping the roof of the opposing warehouse to prevent himself flying any higher as a grin or sorts laces the leopards features, hands clapping together excitedly as he moves to look towards Birdie, well aware this is her power at play. A satisfied purr of sorts rolls once more within his throat, the boy clearly pleased with his companion in these moments. His mind turns now to the female Hunter below as he moves to step forward- the sudden crack and snap announcing the fracturing of the guttering that Kohl had so placed him upon, a yelp of sorts forced from his lips as he suddenly tumbles, moving to do as nature suggests, quickly acting to right himself. Cat's after all- so often land upon their feet. The lanky leopard moves to land atop a trash can, dark eyes fixated now upon Kat, teeth bared towards her once more, one hand lifted to rake his claws along the steel of the warehouse beside, sparks flickering beneath those pointed, hooked weapons as another snicker hisses between his lips, the Hunter trapped between himself and the wolf, assured Birdie will move to block her exit from the other side as he moves closer and closer still, tongue brushing across his lips in anticipation of his prey.

And yet-

For a moment the creature merely blinks, halted where he stands, eyes blinking rapidly before he suddenly pivots in place, gaze fixating once more on kohl with sudden ferocity, a look of sheer panic overtaking his features as he gasps, whirling to face Birdie once more.

"Get him...down....get him down! Birdie...please!"

He is almost....desperate, voice laced with an edge it has never held before as Tobias suddenly whirls once more, lunging upward as only a cat surely can, to swing back up and onto the roof before suddenly and abruptly leaping for Kohl. Arms wrap around the other man's legs, attempting frantically to pull the Kohl down, both men now hanging precariously from the roof, Tobi beginning to claw his way upward, oblivious to Kohl's shouts and attempts to kick him off as he clings like a desperate child to the other man.

Kat! Get him off me! His hands are about to touch places no man's hands should touch!

"Birdie you....let him go! I...love him the best."

He does not understand Kohl's power, nor the other mans hold over him in this moment, the effects made all the more potent through such...closeness, the boy clinging frantically to this man he is so very assured he loves the best of all, voice demanding in turn as he shouts towards Birdie, Kohl's own words meaningless to him, both men left dangling rather comically from the roof until Birdie should decide to release them- or risk dropping them both.

If his hands go another inch Kat I am going to have to start questioning my sexuality, little help!?

Tobi
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