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

because i'm the fire and your the flood


Posted on September 19, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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There is a distinct sort of silence that seems to exist in the moments that follow that kiss and his own declaration that he would, if given the chance, so have Nadya for more than a simple pack mate. He is uneasy in the wake of these emotions. The stallion simply not used to voicing any sort of feelings in any sense- the man having spent a veritable lifetime forcing them aside, pushing them down or ignoring them entirely. He had learned to survive by ignoring those voices that screamed in the night or the cries of family whose ties to him he had tried so desperately to cut or cast aside if only because he simply could not bare to feel them. It was an irony of sorts, one Frost was perhaps more aware of then he ever truly let on. He was near infamous for his own frigid demeanour and icy heart- the man as cold as the frost he was named for when he chose to be and yet it was his very fear of feeling those emotions that had driven him to become this thing that he was. There was a bitterness somewhere within him still, that they, those who relied on him- were so content to see him as the strongest amongst them, the strongest that wretched place had ever bred and yet the truth of it was perhaps he was surely among its weakest that even now- even after all this time those emotions still found him in the strangest of moments. Those emotions he fought so hard to keep contained. They still afflicted him, pressed upon him- dared to make him feel in some way. How he loathed it and yet all at once....how reliving it was to perhaps admits those emotions to Nadya alone even if its was hardly the manner in which he might had desired to do it. His body near broken beyond repair and yet- he would survive. He always did.

It is that rush of emotion now, a wary cautiousness that so intermingled with a want and a desire far more primal that sees that hesitation linger briefly within his gaze though he hardly allows it to be seen for too long- that ever present control rapidly moving to conceal that momentary vulnerability. He makes no effort all the same to so shift their positions, his hands resting upon her waist as if he intended to hold her should she still try to flee and deny him that answer she had denied him for far too long already. Why he so allowed himself to be so patient with this woman he hardly knew, some part of him....weak for her and despite how much he surely found disdain in such a thing it was a truth he could no longer deny. He cared for her opinions. He cared for her perception of him even if he hardly understood as to why the feelings of a woman should matter so much to himself. Yet, with Nadya positioned as she was his own thoughts lacked a certain clarity as a very different want stirred within him. One he so rarely indulged within. Her softly uttered words saw those violet eyes flicker to her own so, a frown of sorts marking his features a moment, as if she believed he might- for some reason, demand she leave her children behind in that rust bucket her family pack called home. A soft snort echoing from within his chest, the gesture seeing it ache ever so briefly though it is a pain he ignores.

"Have I ever given you any reason to believe I would not take in your children?"

He knew how entirely how unusual such an inclusion was, children fathered by anyone other then himself and destined too- to become feline was hardly ideal and yet what would two more cats be other then useful as they grew? Children had their uses, Frost hardly oblivious to the sense in maintaining them and yet too he hardly found himself wholly opposed if only because he simply found not fault with either her infant son or daughter- beings innocent in all of this. Children he is used too, children he understands and if he need add a nursery to his home then so be it. He had never raised children not his own and yet he had been denied the chance to raise his own beyond the barest of interaction. Nadya came with children, he had known that from the beginning and the stallion saw little need to attempt to fracture that unit.

"I would make your children pack as I would you."

It is only her request for his name, his true name, that draws his mind away from those thoughts- a sense of unease finding him once more. The man attempting to explain to her just why such a name was hardly ever spoken- those cultural differences so vastly removed from that which seemed to exist in this country. True Names were significant, intimate, used only between family, close friends or riders- even Alexander unaware of his name though he intended to keep his word in this, his head nodded softly at her understanding before he moved to lift himself upward. Her healing having kick-started his own in a fashion, the man at last beginning to grasp his surroundings with more clarity as he drew Nadya to him once more. His lips graced that exposed skin of her shoulder, tasting that flesh, fingers tightening slightly upon her waist as his lips trailed only downward. Her fingers tangling within his hair, bloodied though it was, so rapidly begun to make any other thoughts irrelevant in that moment. Her head tilted easily to the side, almost obediently affording him even more access that the stallion was content to relish in before that sudden roll of her hips brought a sudden and entirely stolen groan from his lips. His hands glide so easily upward, slipping beneath her shirt, running along that smoothness of her skin and sides in a manner decidedly gentle- though the want for her body was surely clear in that moment- fighting against that haze of blood loss.

His name almost perfectly pronounced from her lips sees a momentary surprise register within him and yet the simple sound of it uttered from her own lips seems only to increase that touch of his lips. Her following words however managed to find him all the same- Nadya hardly moving to stop him and yet his lips pause in that ardent caress of her skin, letting his hands slide reluctantly back down as he forces an exhale from his lips. His own eyes closing now as he struggles to regain a different sort of control. His attention shifts briefly to the bathroom and the shower within, Frost moving to, at last, delicately grasp Nadya's waist once more and shift her delicately to the side- allowing him to rise to his feet- lips pressed once more to her cheek. He is unsteady momentarily as the world shifts again before he regains his composure- that mop of white and bloodied hair falling back into the violet of his gaze, the stallion lingering briefly in the doorway of the bathroom. That ghost of a simper lingering there.

"I presume I cannot encourage you to join me, Naja?"

He knows the answer already, his words little more than a tease that sees the softest of chuckles rise to his lips as he wanders into the bathroom now, bloodied shirt and jeans tossed to the floor a moment later before the hot water at last turns on. That heated water far, far better than he had anticipated.

"I intended for you to still be here when I get out Naja, or to have stolen me some new clothes in the least."


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