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
It should come as no surprise that the young curly haired woman has never experienced such an intimate touch as this. As his lips began to travel along her neck, his sharp teeth delicately grazing her skin, caused the girl to simply shiver with excitement. As her mind began to fall in a satisfied haze her mind began to wander at the very thought of being with another person. It had never occurred to her that another individual would take such a liking with her in this particular way. Always she believed she would be alone accepting her fate and never questioning it. Yet as his form began to press into her own she couldn't help, but fall to her back allowing him to crawl over her. It was in this heated, and tender, moment that allowed the girl to simply indulge herself for a change. The rumbling growl in the bottom of his throat simply caused the animalistic part of her to reassure her that such sounds were acceptable in this moment- there was nothing to be afraid of.
As he began to travel lower to her collarbone somehow through the haze of her mind moral dilemma began to ring the bell- a warning. Even though instincts was telling her this was right there was another part of herself that was not satisfied and held fear for the unknown. He could hurt her. A part of her knew that if they continued any further that he may hurt her in the end and like any other girl- animal and human- needed trust. If she were to continue going down this road with her date then there would need to be rules set aside, boundaries met and crossed, and complete understanding on the same page. This would not be a fling and a part of her had much self-respect to reassure that her decision to be kept, to be with him for a long time, simply caused her to cease this activity. Even if there was a side of her that didn't want to stop. As she began to move and stroke his hand and ears, wanting to relax him, and erase whatever frustrations he was feeling. With a nod of her head, a sign he was correct, she would explain simply helping him understand.
"Yes, we cannot have sex because we are not mates. If we have more dates, and we become mates then yes, we can have sex. But Tobi..."
Blue-grey eyes held a fierce look in them as she grabbed his hand making his form still. A part of her did not want him to get off of her. He liked his warmth. Was slowly getting used to his close proximity and the animal side of her was wanting to continue their earlier activity without any attire coming off. Yet she knew they had to pause, she knew she had issues and they both had boundaries to overcome. She could hardly allow him to touch her, in fear that he would simply be as others and focus on his scars-even though not once had he bothered to care- just another one of those boundaries that needed to be crossed. She knew he did not appreciate much touch, like her, and it was just some of those things he would never consider- and there was nothing wrong with that. She would go silent for a minute, hoping he would understand the severity in her voice...she was not lecturing him or scolding him, simply letting him know this was important.
"When you date someone...and when you are mates with someone- you can never have sex with another female...and I cannot have sex with another male."
Stormy eyes remained locked on his dark chocolate gaze for a few moments not wanting to break the stare. She hoped he understood that if he was going to do this, he would need to be honest and committed. Relationships were delicate and fragile things, especially for one that could barely trust others. She would shift her eyes as her hand would let go of his allowing him to slip to her side. She noticed how he made sure to put some space for them, a thing she had wanted at the beginning. Sleeping at his side at first was a bit nerve wracking, but she had grown to enjoy his company. Seeing as how their status would be changing she was willing to at least make a change tonight. Her form would shift closer to his, staying underneath the blankets, only stopping when her arm brushed against his own. Lifting her arm a small smile appeared as she gently rubbed his ears again, eager to hear that purr and put him in a sedative state.
"I am sure you are very good at dating...and we can go out tomorrow, you can decide what we do."
As she rubbed his ears her form would gently lean into his own as she slid to lie down on her back. However, her formed remained near his as she turned herself to the side, her head facing his as she brought her arm to the side. Curling into the fetal position she would settle herself comfortably at his side, but not before quickly tilting her head upwards and kissing him gently, returning into her position at his side closing her eyes and allowing his body warmth, the heat underneath the blanket, and the need to rest put her into a deep sleep.
I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All
Raven