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

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Posted on September 10, 2014 by Tobias
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That it is perhaps not his actions that are wrong, yet more so- her own reasoning, her own inability to understand and unwillingness to allow that more instinctual side of herself to surface has clearly not computed within the boy, the creature somehow so utterly assured that he is given to give this performance in some manner incorrect despite his instinctive drive assuring him others. She does not react appropriately, does not give the effect he seems to be attempting to draw from her- leaving the by staring near blankly at her for several moments, dark eyes displaying a wealth of shaded emotions, tendrils of such fragments sputtering and flickering beneath his darkened gaze as he regards her warily, unable to understand why she is not reacting as a female animal should, unwilling to accept that it may be entirely his own fault, content to pass some sense of judgement upon her even if the poor woman knows not what it is she has done, remains oblivious to her more animalistic instincts- her mind firmly within the human state of being just as the skin she wears. So many are not like him, others capable of keeping both human and animal apart and yet for Tobias such a line draws so very thin, the boy lingering in both worlds and yet fully immersed in neither, wandering upon the very edge of this line itself, threatening perhaps to descend entirely into a world of animal madness and yet clinging with a seeming desperation to what fragment of humanity still exists for him. Though why cannot be said, some part of him, perhaps, so desiring of the existence he simply cannot have. The woman hurries to correct herself, his barking response seeming to have startled her perhaps, asks why it is he is moving in such a manner as his arms cross over his chest once more, eyeing her with some measure of disdain.

For a moment her question seems to see him pause, lashings of dark hair falling into his gaze as he seems to contemplate what he has been asked, the how and why of the world truly difficult for him to understand and as such he seems to struggle, frustration etching each line of his lithe frame as long fingers ball readily into fists at his side, teeth grinding between his lips. He loathes being asked why, being asked to explain- especially that which he does not understand entirely himself, the man driven simply by what nature utterly demands of him in this moment, doing as any fit young man and seeking to grasp the attention of a woman. It's only natural, after all, even if he is not entirely sure why he should want her attention at all.

"Because....because...."

He seems to pause once more, head tilting off to the side, struggling so desperately to grasp upon the thought that exists within his mind, fractured thoughts slipping so easily between his fingers until he is left grasping merely the shadows of his own desires, left helpless to answer a question he cannot fully understand nor appreciate and yet he is loath to tell her he does not know, refuses to accept this weakness, to acknowledge it aloud- eyes narrowing darkly now as his nails bite into his palms and he looks away from the woman in perhaps some sense of....embarrassment. though whether he is capable of feeling such a thing is perhaps entirely debatable. Why did he want her to like it?

"I like it...when you....look at me."

He is, it would appear, entirely unashamed to admit to his own ego perhaps, content to tell her that he enjoys the attention of women even if he often recoils entirely from touch, her eyes upon him, her attention upon him clearly something he enjoys, shoulder rolling slightly although why he seems content to parade about perhaps cannot be said, his intentions shifting as rapidly as his moods so often do, the boy moving to suddenly deposit himself right beside her with a momentary greeting that is decidedly boyish in origin- seeming to illicit a response from her once more as her head dips shyly away and her fingers knot nervously within the delicate folds of her honeyed curls. This return of his greeting seems to satisfy him, mind assured and content with such an answer as he lingers so close beside her, testing her perhaps, seeing how close she will allow him to be though each muscles remains taut, ready to dodge should she take sudden offense to him. Her words see his attention shift towards her once more, eyes resting against the blue grey of her own as he continues to rest beside her- head simply nodding in response to her words though he hardly understands why she thanks him for the steak, he had eaten first, as was his right, what remains is her own to have- and as such, the steak was her own.

As she asks what it is he would like to do, listing the previous games they have been given to play the lanky man continues to rest beside her, allowing her to brush or lean against him, maintain this closer contact, seemingly content at her nearness as she assures she is indeed all his and yet- it would seem such a sentence is perhaps...poorly worded, head tilting at this assertion, an understanding of sorts seeming to touch his features as he suddenly nods.

"Yes....all mine."

This seems to delight him, though why cannot truly be said, a grin of sorts given to touch his features at this sentiment, eyes focusing suddenly upon her hair as she toys with it, his own fingers suddenly moving to seize a few stray strands, flicking them haphazardly aside and away from the smooth skin of her neck, eyes seeming to rest against it a moment before those dark chocolate pools flicker back to her own...before his features suddenly take on a surprised look, eyes widening slightly.

"What is that?!"

He points, waiting for the woman to do as anyone would surely do and look towards the wall he points at, the cunning creature waiting until her head turns, until her neck is offered towards him before his lips suddenly brush against it, parting to allow his teeth to bite down, hardly hard and yet...enough to leave a mark- his mark, the boy seeming to possess that distinctly feline urge to bite down upon the neck of...females, moving to pull his head hurriedly away the moment he has finished, grinning readily at her now.

"Now....Birdie is mine."

He is only doing what she had already agreed to, that she is his, leaving his signature upon her as any male animal does....marking what is his property with his teeth, lest any other men have much the same idea- the boy clearly quite pleased with himself.






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