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

All I want is the taste that your lips allow


Posted on September 01, 2016 by NADYA
West

Nadya Tetradore



It was no easy feat getting the stallion to the inn and up the stairs into the safety of the room. If Frost hadn't been in the process of essentially bleeding out then Nadya would have made a jab about him losing weight. Even the young woman could acknowledge the proper time and place for such comments. Instead she ensured he was at least alive when she deposited him on the bed and went to retrieve something to clean the blood off him so she could get a better look at the wounds beneath. Nadya had to pause, unsure of where to even begin before she placed herself at his side on the bed and chose to begin with his chest. Her lips pursed as the blood she wiped away revealed the long gash only long enough before blood began to seep back out. This wasn't going to be as easy as applying pressure and waiting for it to clot. Nadya could only sigh and shake her head at Frost's explanation. "Trouble seems to follow you around."

Nadya shifted away from his form as he pressed back against the bed. He was entirely out of it, she was sure from the words that left his lips were not entirely his own. Or...perhaps they were and this was truly the face behind the mask. Either way, blood wasn't exactly the red she wished to be in. "You're delirious from the blood loss." She'd let him think she hadn't noticed his sideways compliment. Nadya bit at her bottom lip in contemplation before setting aside the bloodied rag and slowly leaning down on the bed beside Frost, careful not to press against his fragile form but so her face hovered just above him. She was entirely aware of just how close she was to him, an even more intimate position than even their dancing at the Gala afforded. Nadya breathed softly, "Your wounds aren't going to heal on their own." She explained softly though whether it was for Frost's ears or simply her own excuse to herself it was hard to say. Nadya tucked her hair behind her ear before closing the small distance between them to press her lips to Frost's.

Nadya's ability flared to life and raced through the blonde. The healing sought out the major wounds that littered Frost's body and began by first stitching together the blood vessels once more to cease the bleeding before working on the muscles and tendons. Slowly Nadya broke the kiss though she remained hovering there as she glanced down at Frost's chest. It had ceased bleeding profusely and the muscles begun to stitch together but was still an open wound along with the myriad of others that littered his body. "Better?" She whispered hoarsely, the tip of her tongue darting out to roll her bottom lip to bite at it. Yes, he needed more healing but she was caught between her want to help him as he requested and her duty to leave a rival be. Healing him just enough so that he could walk on his own, even if stumbling, was more of a fair fight than kicking him while he was unconscious on the ground. Again that turmoil simmered beneath the surface for her, feeling like she should run from him but at the same time laying there on her side beside him, the subtle heat of his body so close...feeling like pressing closer.



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