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
and i wouldn't have it any other way
Posted on October 16, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
 The woman's assurance that such things would be better were they not covered in blood momentarily saw the snowy-haired man's hands pause upon her waist, grip tightening ever so slightly in some unwillingness to let the woman go all the same. How close he always seemed to be to grasping this woman and how entirely she managed to allude him each and every time and yet- he allowed her all the same, he let her remain elusive, as if some part of him was unwilling to push her to entirely hard across that final hurdle and into his embrace. That choice....needed to be her own, anything less would see her falter, waver, question herself and ultimately render her as indecisive and insecure as she was within her current pack. An ideology the man had little desire for her to continue to embrace once removed from her so-called family. Here and now however that want is hardly purely one felt in a political sense. With Nadya so positioned as she was, straddling his hips and within his arms, the scent of her so intoxicatingly close and that taste of her upon his lips his wants are almost entirely physical. It had been months since had found any satisfaction with any woman, his exploits in this regarded decidedly discreet and far between ever since he had so abandoned that homeland and yet they seemed to flare so readily within her presence as they failed to do with almost any other. He had rarely ever wanted a woman, at least, not by his own designs, so many of those feelings decidedly new....unusual in every sense of the word. Nadya perhaps the first whom had ever created within him that sense of need al on her own. Yet, it seemed, he was entirely destined to be denied yet again. Frost unable to argue, perhaps, that even such events would surely only be hampered by the blood still coating his form and the ache within his muscles. An entierly audible sigh parts his lips at last, the man ever-so gently moving to shift Nadya from atop him. That often irritable stallion whom had brought so many to their knees entirely capable of utter gentleness when it was so required of him. The man long since having accepted that when it came to Nadya he could not fault that need to care that so afflicted him. He cared for her. As weak and feeble and futile as such emotions had always been to him- he cared and he could not bring himself to undo such a delicate tread of emotion even if it might one day prove his very undoing as it so often did. Is this not why he had so given up feeling entirely? It brought nothing but pain in the end, to him and everyone around him. After all his time- he still wasn't immune. His lips press lightly to her cheek in an entirely chaste gesture, one betraying an affection the man rarely allows to be visible before he pulls himself away from her, stripping out of that bloodied, ruined shirt as he does- the offer uttered upon his lips though he knows already he is sure to be denied it. Her words earning her little more than that twitch of his lips. His body rapidly beginning to heal of its own accord now, that magic almost at his fingertips once more and yet no amount of magic would heal that exhaustion of his limbs, his body or even his mind. Sleep perhaps, sounded far more tempting then he cared to admit- the touch of that heated water a moment later drawing another sigh of sorts from within him as he lent against the wall, merely letting the water run. How many times had he seen this? How many times had he watched that water run red? One hand lifts almost lazily, running through those rapidly returning snowy-locks as he loosens the blood from within them, his other hand brushing at his chest to remove that dirt and blood- Frost paused only at the appearance of Nadya but a moment later. It is for perhaps the first time that genuine surprise manages to touch his features tonight, one violet eye lifting at the silhouette of the woman lingering outside that frosted glass. Whatever words had found their way to his lips however hardly find their way free, Nadya moving but a moment later. Where the woman disappeared too he hardly knew, Frost returning to that task of cleaning himself entirely, taking far longer then perhaps he truly needed before at last stepping out- wrapping a towel around his waist and shaking the water from his once-more white hair. It was easy then, to step back out and into that bedroom space, some part of the man almost surprised to find Nadya still there. His violet gaze moved towards the pants and shirt laid upon the bed, one eye lifting upward in an entirely quizzical fashion as he regarded the woman. "Very well." It was little more than a murmur in response to those clothes, Frost moving to grasp them before stepping back into the bathroom once more, pulling on those sweat pants before eyeing that utterly ridiculous shirt. It was...gaudy at best, his lips curling in mark distaste before he moved to reluctantly pull it into place, simply letting it hang rather then doing up those buttons and so concealing himself within it before stepping back out. His phone within Nadya's hand sees a momentary look of confusion touch his features somewhere beneath that mop of hair before he moves to take it, the words upon her lips seeing his gaze meet her own. "You want me to take you on a date?" There was perhaps, the faintest touch of amusement there. In all his years he never had taken a woman out on any kind of date before, the notion of it entirely foreign to him. Nadya perhaps, having saved him some of the effort in so affording him knowledge of when and where. His gaze continuing to rest upon her a moment, his features hardly giving way to the sheer notion that he was outside of his....territory in these actions. "I will be there on Friday then. Thank you for the clothing- I suppose and for your.....help tonight." To so admit he had needed help, let alone accepted it was a matter of discord for the stallion, his gaze drifting away from her own a moment though he offered the words all the same. |