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

Caught You By Surprise


Posted on December 23, 2014 by Tobias
West


The arrival of nets and ropes sees the dark eyes of the creature focus upon them entirely before the girl hurried off to fetch more of what Raven had requested, her relation to him, perhaps, having resulted in the willingness of the staff to follow the orders of the canine as the girl hurried away and his attention returned to Raven in full. His mind is exhausted, recoiling now entirely for any further mention of whatever it was he had done to so displease Tetradore, this idea of emotions and sex games and feelings tangled and lost within his mind though perhaps, after he sleeps, some part of his mentality will be given to understand some of what he has learned today, even if it will surely appear as wholly insignificant for several weeks yet. The curly-haired woman's assurance and promise to recreate his hammock sees a ready grin touch his features, head nodding enthusiastically now, the man seeming to have reverted almost entirely towards a more child-like fashion in the wake of the expanse of so much mental energy having been focused upon a single task. As Birdie moves to seat herself upon the floor the shaggy haired deviant simply moves to follow, obediently seating himself beside her now, fascinated in the manner in which her hands and fingers work, knotting the ropes together now before he sees fit to ask for her presence beside him, gaze held expectantly against her own now.

He is oblivious to the thoughts within the woman's head, her insecurities in regards to Nadya and himself, a relationship that had ended long before he had chosen the woman beside him, merely seeking her presence beside him tonight- having become used to her company within his bed, seeking to assure she will continue to provide this source of body heat he has so come to enjoy when his pack mates are unavailable for such things or unwilling to tolerate his presence. Her words see a grin of sort's touch his features once more, head nodding, lashings of dark hair falling back into his eyes in a manner almost boyish as he continues to rest beside her, watching her work upon the hammock before her, stretching the tarp over the chains and rope she hangs from the ceiling- the entire process seeing those dark eyes follow her every movement as he continues to sit cross-legged upon the floor, evidently of the opinion this is his favoured position for the night before Birdie's gaze rests upon his own, the hammock hoisted upward as she speaks and his features form a frown of sorts once more, unable to perceive the comment nor understand the emotion concealed behind it, the woman's vulnerability so readily exposed with such words lost upon him as he merely blinks.

"Yes- because I....am adorable and it....is your....job to do....things for me."

That this is far less then romantic remains to be seen, the women merely given another grin as he hurriedly moves to stand once more, reaching up to hoist himself and into his newly created hammock, the feline within him delighting in this newfound height, fingers brushing against the rope and tarp before he suddenly moves to lock his feet within the loops of his knotted bed, hanging abruptly over the edge, dangling upside down by his feet as one hand reaches out to seize Birdie's shirt, pulling her suddenly towards him, lips crushing against her own in this bizarre upside down kiss before he simply swings away again and up into his hammock once more.

"Biiiiirdie....come up here."



madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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