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

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars


Posted on April 12, 2017 by vhalla solarn
West

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


Vhalla weaves her tale, having difficulty speaking about her parents â€" yet she manages to finish the story without shedding a tear, though that pain threatens to engulf her. The assassin had never truly clawed her way out of that pit, that darkness seemed to stain her very soul and as time went on she chose to lock it away rather than face those memories. Her eyes glued to the ceiling, she feels Tetradore shift next to her, sliding farther into that comforter and she can see from the corner of her eye that he is staring at the ceiling too. There's a silence for only but a moment until his deep baritones meet her ears.

It wasn't what she was expecting. Though, the witch had no idea what she was expecting.

Flicking her brows up, she rolls towards him again, drawing her knees up to her chest, resting them against his warm side. How she loved that warmth he was so putting off. Though there was nothing sexual about the movement, she still regards him curiously, openly. "Teleportation..." she muses to herself quietly, pondering over her new-found power. She hadn't even thought about it; the assassin had honestly forgotten that at one point she was standing across the room and the next she was in front of Tetradore. So that's what it had been.

Sighing, she racks her brain quickly, analyzing the situation. The only way she would be able to get away from Ivan was if she were to master it now and travel to the other side of the world. Because she couldn't even control her fire, she doubted she could learn to teleport that quickly. "That was the first time I've ever done that. I didn't know I was even capable of it," she states, her blue eyes flicking to Tetradore, those harsh lines of anger entirely absent on her face, replaced with a calmness that the assassin hadn't felt in a very, very long time. "Even if I teleported across the world tonight, ran as far as I could, he would still find me. Our... bond is nothing short of physical. He can find me wherever I am, that connection allows him to follow a sort of trail. When he first established the bond, I could feel him and just know where he was. I made the mistake of telling him and he managed to cloak himself," she shrugs briefly.

"If I wanted to leave him I would have to find a way to either break that bond or cloak myself from him until that connection is broken. For years, I've been researching books to find a way to hide myself but when you have difficulty controlling your magic, it tends not to end that well," she winces as the sudden memory comes rushing back, "About three years ago I lost control near the abandoned warehouses while I was practicing, I burnt them all to the ground. There was nothing left by the time I got myself under control," she gives an apologetic smile, "I'm not sure how long you've been the King of the West but I think it might have been in your territory," she grimaces again, "Sorry about that."

Again, she sighs quietly, her thoughts turn inward as she ponders Ivan and his metaling. The assassin was still wary as to why he was allowing her to share this information with the King. It was a bit frightening if she admitted. The vampire never did anything unless it benefited his own agenda. Growling at the thought, she straightens her legs again, her mind wandering back to Tetradore, her gaze fixing on his tanned features. Vhalla was tired of thinking about Ivan, of contemplating his death and how she could escape him. Right now... right now she needed a distraction. It was with that immediate thought that has the assassin flushing red again, her legs squirming gently beneath the comforter, brushing against his own well-muscled legs. She had nearly forgotten that the man was entirely naked next to her in the moments of her despair.

Swallowing, she steels herself before deciding that perhaps she would make new memories in this bed. Clearing her throat, she keeps herself just mere inches away, though she's entirely aware of the blush that is snaking up her neck and blossoming on her cheeks again, "I- Tet," she must pause, stumbling over her words before she takes a deep breath, fixing those icy eyes on his, her voice taking on a breathless tone, "I think I'd very much like to kiss you right now."

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered

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