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

I'm A Satellite Heart


Posted on May 22, 2014 by Heidi
West




I watched the Man-Panther carefully, eyes soft with a lucid, day-dream like quality as I drank in his lean figure, quite unashamed. Mine was not a gaze spurned by sexual interest as I'm sure many a look he gleaned from those of the opposite sex. Instead, it was one of subtle admiration, an awe inspired by the presence of a creature crafted purely of the Preternatural ilk.

Head tilts back slightly, lavishing in the glow of the moon as it kisses my cheek and a cool breeze licks across my skin to play with the mass of snowy curls about my shoulders. The thin straps of my lavander tank top ruffles lightly, the thin gossamer sleep shorts of matching color allowing my thighs to feel the same sweet touch of air. I can feel his deep jungle gaze upon me intently, the eyes of a predator, and I am reminded of that day at the river with the Bear.

But then he turns away, his eyes seeming to search the darkness before his voice comes unbidden. It is a sad sound, one long monotone note, like the voice of an animal... too long locked in a cage and beaten into submission.

My heart went out to him, for truly I am a compassionate soul. Particularly towards those of the animal persuasion, even if that animal was half man. His question cause me to turn back to him, gaze becoming studious as shoulders scrunch up in a dainty shrug, a sigh slipping past primrose lips before pursing to speak.

"Oh..." I drawled vaguely. "Sometimes the thins we Want to do are not always the same as the things we need to do, you know?" I smiled softly, the expression touching my cameo though never really reaching my eyes. "We are all prisoners in a cage of our own making."

His eyes continue to trail the streets, a look of longing overtaking their depths, and his voice is lingering as he starts to tick off a number of far more pleasant locales he must assume a girl like I would prefer.

"Well, yeah... I guess I should go check out those places. Truth is, I haven't really gotten out and explored yet. The city... it makes me feel smothered. Where I come from, your closest neighbors were the critters, and the blue sky stretched from horizon to horizon. Here it's so loud, so crowded..." I said with a musing tone. A then a bashful little laugh tickles like crystal bells, amethyst gaze peering at him through the thick fringe of pearlescent lashes impishly as my cheeks rose in a champagne blush. "...plus I'm really pretty shy."

I pop up to my feet upon the ledge, surprisingly nimble for a human, exuding an agile, nymph-like grace as I padded toe-to-heel along the ledge of the building and hopping the small gap from my roof to his.

My landing was not quite so graceful, but still rather cute in it's own awkward fashion, and I move to sit upon the ledge beside the cat-man.

"What about you?" I inquire lightly as I slink down beside him. "Such a handsome beast is meant to roam the forests of South America, not concrete jungles and..." My nose crinkles in distaste at the thought "Obnoxious night club dance floors. Why do you stay?"




I'm A Satellite Heart
Lost In The Dark...


But I'll Be Truly Yours

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