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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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

sharp objects make me giddy


Posted on February 20, 2019 by Katarina Foster
West


She knew that Kohl wasn't born for the violent life that she led. He may have been turned into a Dark Hunter, a killing machine by nature, but he had never embraced that part of him. One might think that she would consider him weak for that, but on the contrare, she considered him strong for fighting that instinct. She found that she was good at hunting bad things, at finding justice for those that couldn't so she embraced her killing side. Kohl still made some of the most badass weapons she'd ever seen. She found that to be his strength in this world he found himself in. Maybe he didn't want to use those weapons on anyone but he was still a genius at crafting them. From the looks of it, he had still found ways to defend himself though.

Of course, her congratulatory look faltered when she saw the look in his eyes. He hated that he'd hurt someone. And she hated it for him. She wanted to get him as far away from here as possible, but he wasn't making it easy. He'd come to her rescue and she knew otherwise he wouldn't have even thought to hurt someone. For himself, he wouldn't do it, but she was his weak point. He didn't hesitate cause he didn't want to see her hurt. That alone made her feel guilty for the sad look in his eyes as the man screamed in pain and collapsed to the ground. When he yelled at her to come on, she knew she'd have to go with him. It was the only way she'd make sure he was safe. He wasn't going to leave her; he was just that stubborn. So she gave up her crusade for the moment to end this once and for all and get to Viktor. She ran toward the door and Kohl, trying not to think about how much faster her heart was beating than it needed to in such a high-adrenaline situation, all because of him.

It was like her body knew it was coming into close proximity with Kohl and it was already aching for his touch. As our fingers entwined, she couldn't help the soft sigh that fell from her lips. It was like coming home. But she couldn't think about that when they needed to be miles from here before Viktor assembled what was left of his men and came after them. She knew he'd want her and Kohl dead just for humiliating him like that in front of his men. He was always prideful above all else. He wasn't going to stop coming for her. Look how many years he'd already held a grudge. She tried to brush all that away though in favor of where they were going next. They needed to find a place to lay low and make a plan. Or rather, she needed to find a way to reassure Kohl and get him to stay some place safe so she could devise a plan and go after Viktor.

Once they found the more crowded sidewalks of the city, she slowed her pace, sure that Kohl was feeling a little out of shape. He didn't run with her, after all. The thought made her lips twitch in amusement before she remembered that she hadn't seen him in months and this reunion was only because it was a life or death situation. She glanced around as they moved with the crowds on the sidewalk, ever alert in case someone stood out. They were probably far enough away now that Viktor wouldn't attack but that didn't mean he wouldn't send out people to track them so he could come after them later. They needed to get off the street ASAP. Suddenly, Kohl said "This way." Puzzled, she glanced at him but let him lead her down another street....then another....and another. It seemed like they were just taking random turns and she had to both admire the fact that he was trying to lose their trackers and keep herself from laughing at his simple logic that taking a lot of random turns would keep them hidden.

She continued to allow him this indulgence though, if only to stroke his manly ego a little while she could, plus she didn't want to admit that she liked the feel of her hand in his, of watching his blue gold eyes so intense as they searched the buildings for ideas. She was almost mesmerized by him as if seeing him for the first time. She admired his strong chin with just a little stubble and that sharp greek nose. She glanced upward, fighting the urge to run her fingers through his unruly hair, a little longer than she remembered it but still oh so sexy and completely tuggable. His lips were full and looked so soft and inviting. She remembered them being just as soft as they looked, her own lips parting without her knowing.

All too soon, the trance was broken as he suddenly pushed open a door and pulled her inside. She glanced around, not sure what she was about to find and her brow rose in clear question when she found that they were in none other than a laundromat. She blinked at the woman who glanced their way but she merely looked curious before she returned to her clothes. Sighing, she looked back at Kohl, about to ask just what they were doing here when Kohl suddenly answered for her, saying he was sure the men wouldn't look for them here. Then he brought up what a laundromat was, actually sounding like he'd never known about them before. The sad part was that she believed him. He had been raised in luxury with a silver spoon in his mouth. Of course he didn't know about laundromats. She found her lip twitching again in humor.

"The things you learn when you're left to your own devices. Probably just as much fun as breaking into the Council Headquarters and hacking a government computer for personel files." Her brow rose again daringly as she called him out on what Azrael had found out about him. She wished she could sit here and grill him about everything he did while she was gone but she knew they didn't have time for that. Plus there might be some things she didn't want to know. Like if he got lonely and found company on a few of those long nights. No, she wouldn't go down that dark road. She was about to change the subject, anything to stop thinking about the electric energy buzzing between them now that they were mostly alone. Clearly the woman doing her laundry just behind them wasn't going to stop him cause before she could find something mundane to talk about, Kohl was grasping her shirt and tugging her to him.

She had to bite her lip to stop from moaning at just the feel of his body as she was pulled flush against him. It had been far too long since she could run her fingers up the hard planes of his chest and abs. She could feel them now pushed against her stomach. The clothes between them felt almost nonexistent and yet like thick barriers that needed to be removed immediately all at the same time. She swallowed, unable to meet his eyes cause she already knew what she'd see there: the same yearning that she felt herself. She couldn't let herself believe that they were reunited and would have their happy ending now. Viktor was still alive, and more pissed than ever. He definitely wouldn't stop now. What was she thinking? She shouldn't have run off with him. It was only going to make it harder to say good bye again.

When she finally did look up, bracing herself to meet his gaze so she could tell him as much, she was cut short by his lips crashing down on hers. She didn't mean to kiss him back. Her plan all along was to push his chest back and tell him they couldn't do that. She needed a clear head, but it was anything but clear from the moment his lips touched hers. Lightening crackled down her spine as her mouth opened for him, moaning into his mouth without thinking. Her hands came up to his chest for what she thought was going to be that push she was talking about, but instead they ended up fisted in his shirt, pulling him even closer against her like she couldn't get enough. God, this was heaven. When he finally pulled back, she could hardly breathe, let alone think. Her mind was a big blur. Where were they? What did they have to do?

Then he spoke and those words gutted her. She inhaled sharply, her eyes widening as tears touched the back of them in protest. She wanted to say the words back, to tell him how much she missed him, too. All those cold nights without him sleeping at her side, those times she reached for his hand without thinking only to find empty space where it should have been. She opened her mouth but the words wouldn't come. "We need to split up." What she was thinking was "I have to keep you safe. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you, not to mention, I don't know how I could live in a world without you in it." She scowled thoughtfully, her gaze holding his as she tried to gauge his reaction. She knew it probably wasn't at all what he was hoping for, but she couldn't let herself think that this was some sweet reunion that she could just lose herself in. She couldn't kid herself like that. It would only make it hurt worse when she pushed him away again, cause she had to. That was the only way she could keep him safe until Viktor was dead, right?


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