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 20, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


He started leading her and she knew already where they were going. The Ark. She had been there enough to see Tetradore to know the path like the back of her hand. She suddenly felt nervous. What if they ran into someone in the pack? What if Tetradore saw them? She didn't know why that felt so utterly bad. She didn't want him and Henry to fight. But what made her think they would? Cause Tetradore was her friend? Cause he probably knew about Sterling and how Henry felt about him? Maybe he wouldn't care. Maybe he would cheer Henry on like guys did. Who knows? No reason to get sweaty palms about it, but none the less, the closer they got to the Ark, the more her nerves spiked. But every time she glanced up at Henry, she knew that she would never turn him away. He was her best friend and she cared about him so much. She hated seeing him hurting.

She was almost relieved to see the Ark was busy tonight. There were Were's everywhere and no one really seemed to take notice of them slipping in. She followed in Henry's wake, almost afraid to look around, afraid of who she might see. So she kept her gaze either down at her feet or on Henry. Soon they were headed down that hallway and she found herself remembering the last time she was here. She had come to confront Tetradore about what Nadya said. She was in his bedroom, but he was lounging on the couch in panther form and she was standing just inside his door in coyote form. Nothing like what they were going to be doing in Henry's bedroom. She swallowed, looking to his broad shoulders and strong back for reassurance as he opened the door.

She stepped inside and he closed the door. She nibbled on her bottom lip as he locked it and then he was pulling her to him and she went willingly, molding her body to his as she angled her face up to meet his in a passionate kiss. She tried to brush everything else away, to lose herself in this, in him. A moan escaped her as his tongue entered her mouth and she twirled herself around with it, dancing and exploring as her hands clung to the front of his shirt as if for dear life. She felt him unzipping her dress. Her heart was racing in her chest. She was surpised by his sudden pause, her eyes going wide, thinking he was going to reject her. At his question, her brow raised before she swallowed and shook her head. She was already breathless from his kiss and his hands on her. "No..." She whispered, searching his gaze, wondering if there was a right or wrong answer here.

Did he really think she would just go out and find someone else to sleep with? She didn't know whether to be hurt or...well, mainly just hurt. She scowled. "I'm not a whore, Henry." And yet she still didn't pull back. She didn't know why Henry knocked through her defenses like this. Anyone else, she probably would have already gone tooth and nail on them by now but with him, she only felt vulnerable.


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