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 July 15, 2015 by Damon
West


I know I would never openly admit that to her without the intoxication of faerie blood in my veins and yet can I rightly say that I'll regret having said it once I'm sober? No, I'm not one for regrets. Maybe I would have gone about it a different way but the end result is the same. My feelings are still the same. I just can't help but wonder even as I search her expression after professing the words if she can truly believe them in our current state. Will she think me so crazy from the blood that I made it up to add more flare to the night? Will she blame it on my current state in the morning and just want to forget it ever happened? I guess I'll just have to find out but until then, I have to find some other way to show it to her. Even with the fire of blood in my veins, I do know that anything is possible for her career-wise. As a vampire, time is no longer an issue. I know more vampires with doctorettes and masters's degrees in everything known to man, some even having multiple just because why can't you go back to school to try something else? Night school is always a possibility and most places have shifts for those night owls since even in the human world, they're becoming more of a majority.

She can become anything she wants, even as I still see the flaring doubts in her eyes. She offers me one of her heart stopping simpers instead so I guess that will just have to do. I smile back, my way of assuring her that all I say is true. "You can be a doctor, you can be a lawyer, you can be a gynacologist or all three. Who's to stop you? There are no limits now." I know my words are a little slurred as the blood sinks deeper into my veins. Maybe she won't mind. When I tell her to find some place that makes her whole, I smile in understanding as she tries to tell me that she's not ready to let go. I can understand that, even though it's been decades since I had that same problem. I owned the mansion that I grew up in for almost a hundred years before a friend finally convinced me to let it go. I couldn't bear the thought of actually living there; it dragged up too many bad memories so instead I just let it go to dust and cob webs while I spend my money elsewhere on condos and houses. I can understand not wanting to let go.

Her final words make my brows rise in surprise though my whole face warms at the thought. I bring my hand up to cradle her cheek. "The feeling is mutual, miss Griffin." Again with the slurred words but maybe they sound coherent to her since she's drunk too. She looks away and though I feel the urge to tap her jaw until she looks at me, I hope that just the touch of my hand on her cheek will be enough to bring her beautiful gaze back up to mine. Besides, I'm afraid if I try to tap her jaw, I might poke her in the eye accidentally or something. Things are spinning a little bit as the blood sinks in. When I confess my feelings to her, I can see the instant astonishment on her face and my expression only softens more to show her I am genuine. She looks almost desperate to know those feelings are true and this is one thing I do want her to have absolutely no doubts about, especially since there's a chance one or both of us won't even remember it in the morning.

As she smiles, I feel a breath draw into my lungs even though they don't need it, a relief washing over me as she pulls herself close against me and then I feel out of breath all over again with her close proximity. I breathe in her sweet breath and it's enough to make me feel drunk even without the faerie blood. Her words are sly and I find I like them, my lips parting as if to repeat them just to hear it again but then her lips meet mine in a fierce kiss that I am all but helpless to resist, that is, if I wanted to, which is a big negative. My hands find the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her rouge waves even as my lips mold to hers hungrily. I am loathe to stop the kiss because I could kiss her forever and always without coming up for breath. Of course, both of us could but what would we accomplish then? I try to picture us doing simple tasks like running the pub and checking the mail while kissing and the thought is enough to almost make me laugh in her mouth but then I remember that I'm still intoxicated.

When she does pull away, it's with reluctance that I release her to do so, my fingers still caressing her soft tendrils like I can somehow persuade her to come back to me with just a gentle touch. Her nose touching mine own ignites new sparks that leaves me breathless again, my eyes burning with the need for her. "Your wish is my command always." I whisper back before I draw her back to me, wanting to taste those lips once again. This time I keep it brief no matter how much I want to just bury myself in her and never come out for air. I want a taste before I draw back with a lazy grin and move toward her bed, sitting on the edge so I can face her. I tilt my head a little, eyes mischeveous. "So what shall you do with me? MY time is yours. Shall we play I Spy? Spin the Bottle? Tic Tac Toe? Or would you rather sit on the floor and do each others' nails? I can't remember the last time I've been to a sleep over." I look around again before finding her eyes, my own dancing playfully as I wait for her reply. The ball is in her court because I know I'm nowhere close to tired yet. If she wants to just curl up and go to sleep, that's fine. I'd rather spend all night awake just holding her but if she's not ready to call it a night, I'm certainly not either.

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