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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on May 08, 2015 by Damon
West


I can feel a part of her hesitate through the kiss and I will never understand why she doubts herself. I groan into her mouth as if to reassure her that she's everything I'll ever need and thankfully she responds, a moa to match my own temptation seeping from her angel lips. My body shudders with wanting at the sound, my hands moving of their own volition to her hips, drawing her closer, wanting to deepen the kiss and see where it goes. But OF COURSE that would be when interruption arrives in the less than wanted presence of Chaz, the guy I pretend to like at college parties if only because he draws the girls which means I get veins to drink from. But tonight he has no girls and I wouldn't be interested anyway. My thirst is of a whole new kind tonight, one only the girl at my side can satisfy. I can see the darkening of his gaze as we draw apart and face him, the ominous threat awakened there which only paints a could care less smirk on my lips. I am invincible tonight. I am immortal and the night is young and he has no idea who he's dealing with.

He drawls his words out like a song, clutching his beer like a life saver and my brow rises, my eyes darkening just a hair to challenge him. I stand to disagree with that statement on so many levels. He has anything but perfecty timing. And I plan to show him just how imperfect it is. My head tilts as if indulging a child. Action? He wants action? That's just fine. My lips curl back now, revealing pearly white teeth in a lazy grin that to anyone else would seem welcoming but to a fellow predator, it is anything but welcoming. It is the gesture of a killer getting ready to strike, entertained by the prey as he circles it like a hawk. "Then we mustn't disappoint." I practically purr back to him. I feel Isolt's fingers clutch tightly at my own and I don't know if it's for her own reassurance or to remind me that she wouldn't want me to hurt this chump of a human. I remember how delicate her heart is and while I'd like nothing more than to rip his little heart out and serve it to her on a platter, I can think of more humane ways to send him packing.

She moves closer to me and I know this gesture is for her own protection. As Chaz dares to step in closer, I find his gaze and hold it, my brows furrowing an inch, warning him against taking another step in her direction. I throw some of my power's authority into it, persuading him to stay right where he is. He then has the gall to ask Isolt for a dance and I feel my teeth grinding against each other as my fingers clasp hers tighter as if to reassure myself that she's staying right here with me. When she releases my hand, I feel my whole body coil like a snake, my eyes darting to hers for a second in puzzlement. I fear for a moment that she will go with him and I'll be forced to show my true colors and show her just what a jackass I can really be. But her body melts into my side as I feel her arm draw around me and my body responds instantly, my shoulder relaxing as I feel the reassurance of her presence and know that she's not going anywhere. As she looks up at me, my gaze turns to hers, filled with wonder and awe as always they will be when they look at her. And more than that, a promise lies there in that I will never let anything happen to her, that she is mine to protect, mine to cherish, mine to own.

Hoping she found the answers she was looking for, I watch her turn to him and then she lets the word I was hoping for slip from her lips like poisoned honey. I know Chaz won't like it though, his face already darkening and as I watch his fist draw back, my lips arch into a disappointed scowl. I don't move to dodge though, my gaze finding his and holding it again as I throw my authority into it once more, using my other power to draw on the energy of the lamps and lights all around us in the bar to feed my power of persuasion, make it stronger. "Tsk, tsk, Chaz. Put that thing down before you hurt someone, namely yourself." Blinking as if just realizing what he was doing, Chaz obediantly lowers his clenched fist, looking at it in dismay before looking back at me. A smirk pulls again at my lips as I lean in, whispering something in his ear, pushing him to go to the bar now and get a very special drink. As I lean back, he nods and turns for the bar, lumbering off and I turn my gaze to Isolt. "I have another surprise for you. You know how you said you want more blood? Well....it's even more potent when you drink it from a live vein."

My eyes shine with eagerness for what I'm about to share with her, hoping she's up for it. I think Chaz deserves a little more than this actually but I won't voice that to her outloud. Wouldn't want her turning from me when we've just hit a breaking point in our friendship, not so friendship thing we have here. I want to taste those angel lips more than anything right now. I gaze down at them as if remembering the taste, entranced by the perfect arch and pillow of those lush surfaces before I look up to see Chaz coming back, acting a little more drunk himself. "How many did you have?" I question as if concerned, though my eyes show that I'm anything but. "Three, just like you said." He answers back dryly, his eyes looking from Isolt to me in an out of it sort of way. It's a good thing he's not going to remember any of this in the morning. Drawing my arm around Isolt's waist in the same way she did with me just moments before, I lead her toward the door. "Follow me, Chaz Master." I call out like a pet name and he follows in our wake as we leave the bar and head into the darkened alleyway.

As we reach a good spot, I release Isolt reluctantly and turn to him. "Now, stay silent like a good little fairy stand-in and you'll wake up in your bed tomorrow with no memory of this night." I turn to Isolt, licking my lips. "Ready for that drink you were asking for? We can dance the night away if you want unless you have other things in mind..." I eye her almost cautiously, hoping the lull of the fairy blood hasn't left her system yet. I still feel it pulsing in my own veins like the humans' form of cocaine but for all I know, this isn't fun to her anymore. At least I'm not aiming to kill the pitiful human with us. I just want to use him as a make shift blood bag since I don't know any fairies off hand to get the blood straight from the source. I hear this is second best though.

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