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

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Posted on April 25, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
West



Samantha's smile appeared on her features at the mention that it was, in fact, okay to address him the way that she'd grown used to. Tetradore... it sounded too formal. Aiden. He was her Aiden. "Aiden it is, then." She said, giving him a squeeze on his arm, her touch a happy one. "My Aiden." Samantha could certainly tell that the conversation regarding his pack was fat from over, yet the blonde faerie was concent to drop the subject for tonight. After all, the girl had certainly been through enough tonight, and getting her boyfriend upset was hardly something that would benefit either of them. Instead, Samantha was content to reassure him that her main concern was his happiness. Sam had never been concerned with power and she certainly wasn't starting now. Her only concern was her own happiness, and given how she felt about Aiden, that extended towards the Alpha male as well. What she hadn't expected, however, was the way her proclamation would affect him. His 'thank you' caught her off guard, and she reached up to stroke a hand across his cheek. "You have nothing to thank me for."

It was that genuine sweetness about her that caused her to reach up, planting a kiss against his cheek. "Aiden..." She whispered, though she had nothing else to say. The word merely tasted good on her lips, and she could whisper it over and over again. It was with that in mind that she'd insisted that what she wanted â€" really wanted â€" was to stay by his side. She was glad he followed her towards the bed, her body settling on the edge of the bed â€" oh, she couldn't wait to lay down on an actual bed. It was his sweet kiss that caused those familiar butterflies to erupt in her stomach. She found herself reaching for him as he stepped away from her, a tiny whine escaping her lips before she realized the intent of his passage away from her. It took several moments of blinking before the girl's eyes adjusted in the dim light, and by then he was already back over to her.

Samantha could feel the heat rise in her cheeks at his discarded jeans, trying hard not to stare longer than necessary at that toned body of his. Though, she thought briefly, there was no reason why she shouldn't. If anyone was allowed to stare at him, it was certainly her, his girlfriend. Samantha stood briefly, her fingers pushing down the waistband of Raven's pants until they, too, were discarded on the floor along with his. In nothing but a t-shirt, she felt certainly more naked than the man that stood in front of her. Still, she watched as he pulled the sheets back, crawling into bed and holding his arms out to her.

Samantha wasted no time in moving to join him, crawling into the bed with him and tugging the blankets up over them. It was easy to settle against him. Her nose nuzzled into his chest as she pulled herself to him, finally settling with her head resting on his chest, her arm worked around him. "See," She whispered quietly, looking up at smile at him. It was so, so easy to be here with him. Samantha couldn't understand why only minutes before she'd felt so awkward around him. He was just Aiden, the man who had made her feel so safe and so comforted. "See. This is perfect. How... how could anything not be. They'll be so happy to see us happy." To Samantha, it didn't matter about pack hierarchy or the way things were traditionally. To Samantha, it was just that the two of them were happy. That was the extent of what mattered.



Samantha Cassidy