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
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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on February 26, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
There are many things that Raven knows. She knows how to read and write. She knows how to do math. She knows why the sun and moon rise at different times, the different star consultations in both hemispheres. She knows much about history, government, and economics. She knows how to properly tip someone, knows how to drive a car, and knows that every year she must do her taxes. She knows how to shop, knows how to work different types of technology, how to grow plants, and how to hunt and store food. Raven knows a lot about well everything. Yet there are some things she does not know. One of those things are foreplay and sex, these things she has no clue about. She may know much more than Tobias about other things, but he knows this, and this is something she has no idea what to do. In this moment Tobias is capable of teaching and showing her something new. So far the meek woman learned that touch was not always a bad thing, that when she is touched there would not be left a black and blue mark on her pale skin or a brand new scratch or wound to damage more of her skin. However, this touch is different, this touch is good. Tobias did not leave damage upon her, he did not hurt her. Each kiss he left upon her brought forth a fiery sensation that traveled up and down within her. The brush of his warm dark skin against her scarred pale skin ignited a unique but satisfying feeling. For a moment the werewolf felt something she simply could not describe, she liked this feeling, she liked being underneath him, primal instincts telling her that this was good. But when he shifted their position and she was now on top of him, she felt out-of-place and extremely uncertain, but she attempted to bring what satisfactions she could for him. As she allowed herself to touch his upper torso and mimic the trail of kisses down and back up, as he did with her, she could hear him purr with delight, giving the girl some more confidence as she became comfortable with her actions.
Slate eyes look nervously to his own dark eyes flecked with some gold in them, pleased when she hears him praise her. It is not often she hears any sort of validation that what she does is correct. Tobias is quicker to speak his disapproval. Tetradore hardly says anything much. To know she had done something right was appeasing. As he nods and leans himself upwards she feels him move her to be within his lap. Naturally she curled herself into his chest, feeling the touch of their skin once more, enjoying the feeling, as he landed his lips to her own. For a moment the young woman felt safe, secured, and wanted â€" enjoying for just a moment everything felt absolutely right. Yet that was all gone the moment he slipped from under her and she sat on the bed. Seeing that look of disdain instantly made all those good feelings leave. Nervously she looked down, her fingers twisting in front of her, feeling insecure once more, especially now that she realized that she was half-way exposed. When he speaks that his jeans are tight her cheeks flush in a deep red, knowing at least the physical male anatomy, and nods as she mutters weakly.
When that day would be, she did not know, but it would happen one day. For now though the two of them would have to wait. As he moves away from the bed and towards the window she quietly gets up grabbing the shirt he had thrown and put it on, walking towards his own shirt and picking it up. It wasn't difficult to hear the sudden roar as the cruise ship prepared itself to disembark. Walking over towards the boy she quietly gave him his shirt, allowing him the chance to put it back on, after all he should know that walking clothed in public is necessary. Peering out of the window she noticed the billow of smoke that swirled at the back of the cruise ship, turning her head back towards the boy she politely answered his question.
When he exclaims he wishes to go down towards the main deck of the ship she nods and walks over to the passes that were placed on the ground, making her way back to the window. His desire to go down towards the decking area was met with a nod. The scene below held numerous people of different ages, walking around to see what was going on. She could make out a pool and colorful slides that ended in another pool, various tables set up of food, lively music playing, and the view of people sitting or standing and just chatting away. Putting the pass around her neck, she turned to place his own pass around his neck, but just when she was going to ask if he was ready to walk down there she gasped when she saw the deviant begin to climb over the rails. Terrified she tried to grab his hand her voice full of worry and fear as she tries to explain that this was not the correct route.
It was clear that she would be ignored and so she tried to follow. Going over the railing, shaking slightly in fear. She was not a cat. She was not a creature that was fond of heights. Rather she despised it greatly. As she tried to follow after him, her voice shook in panic.
And well Raven slipped as she tried to follow him down and began to fall.