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

If you need me I'll be up with the moon;


Posted on May 19, 2019 by Mira Ramos
West

We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;


That chuckle that left the were king's lips was a rare and valued sound. She had made it her personal goal to tease one from him at least once, or at the very least coax that stubborn grin from that usually stone-faced panther. His eyebrows rose in that silent challenge and her eyes near widen as she made a face of mock offence, placing her palms flat into the varnished bar top. "Oh shhh, say that to the regulars. That old gorilla were, you know the one with the crooked toupee throws back my whiskey sours like no ones business. He only used to drink whiskey on the rocks." There was a playful haughtiness to her tone on the verge of an easy laughter.

That guilty look that appeared upon his face followed by the admittance only made those golden eyes gleam with recognition. "HA. I knew you liked it!" There was no sound effects, his face didn't pucker and he got really quiet with that one. It was a different reaction than the others she had coerced him into drinking weeks before. "I think you will appreciate a dark and stormy." She hardly quit when she was ahead. In addition, how fitting was such a name, especially for the man before her leaning against that bar. Something seemed distinctly different about him today, an almost playful vibe that Mira herself seemed content to seize and take full advantage of. There was hardly any harm in it.

It was that mention of something else than her usual routine that required that prompted woman's attention to be brought to a whole new level of intrigue. One that she could barely keep from her feminine features. She presses into that bar, leaning almost closer toward the panther-king as though she could pull those very thoughts from his mind the closer that proximity. He was near magnetizing at the best of days and for a moment she wished there was no one around. Instead she flirts with the idea in her own mind, allowing that glimmer of mischief find her brilliant eyes. The plunging neckline of that simple black tank she wore brought his attention to the swell of her chest, only partly guilty to that very action. There was something smug and heated as she felt his emerald eyes resting upon her slender womanly figure as they seemed to participate in a rare sultry tango.

Even as her mind still tastes that offer, curious if he was going to take her on another mission of some sort. There was a part of her that always enjoyed the looming presence of danger, that craved that excitement that was coaxed to life. Even despite that look of suspicion that danced across her features he had surely ensnared her attention wholly. He seemed equally inquisitive of what she meant by ass kicking shoes, she could hardly stop that amused light chuckle that escaped her throat. "You will see what I mean.." She promised enigmatically. Those leather boots were impressive, at least to her standards, they climbed halfway up her leg slightly more than her other boots, the tread on the bottom of them seemed to offer the perfect traction for... exactly what they were called. They were comfortable and easy to maneuver in behind that bar, where the woman was on her feet for the majority of her shift. She bought them on a whim about a week prior for the fact that she could easily fight in them as well as look good wearing them.

But those very boots were driven off the ledge of her mind when a black bag was presented and slid upon that bar table before her. That very gesture seemed to garner several looks from near by patrons, but she hardly was aware of them when the sheer look of astonishment that adorned the she-wolf's face. It took every ounce of her own control to unwrap the gift leisurely instead of quickly like she had done when she was but a teenage girl. It would seem to exerted control, purposely. Mira hardly remembered the last time she ever opened a gift, she swore it could have been the Christmas before she was turned. This very action felt unfamiliar and yet when she plucked the leather jacket from that bag her eyes seemed to widen in recognition. The black leather was supple against her fingertips.

That excitement couldn't have been reined in even if she tried, she was too enamored by this new jacket. She immediately slides it on, well aware near instantly on how seamlessly it fit, snug enough that it hugged those very curves and yet maneuverable. Apparently, maneuverability was important with this particular woman especially when not wearing a dress which did not happen often. Regardless, it was that jacket that she was entirely eager to wear it to hell and back, the woman hardly in a rush to take it off... ever. She even wondered if she could sleep in it, that scent of new leather seemed to appeal to the she-wolf, she hardly knew if it appealed more to the human or animal. Those two quite synonymous. She ran her fingers along her sides, admitting he had good taste. The sneaky little grin that tugged upon her lush lips could not be denied. The man had taste and she had no qualms with voicing that compliment. The very comment seemed to prompt a delightful little smile upon his own lips, it somehow made him look even more appealing, how it was possible she hardly knew. In that very moment a strange feeling seemed to wash over her, a peculiar warmth that she was not accustomed to feeling. For the first time in a long time, she felt.... Special. It was a silly little notion and she would never voice such silly little notions out loud. Regardless, there was a girlish enthusiasm that exuded from her, the way she seemed to perk up. That sheer gratitude uttered towards him, their eyes locking for a moment longer than they usually did that made that look alone to take on a near intimate fashion. Mira was quick to gather the bag and slide around that bar, folding it and storing it in the back. After a few words to the bartender she was entirely convinced they could survive without her for the evening.

She slid her leather clad form so she brushed against him for the briefest of moments, a slight playful bump. It was as though that very action was one offered in almost entirely innocent greeting, and as though there was some animalistic need to place her own scent upon him. It was an entirely animal instinctual action that she was only vaguely aware of. Mira could hardly help the question that slipped from her lips... offering him a sidelong glance as though trying to garner some indication. He nodded vaguely and his words seemed to match that very bob of his head. It offered her nothing to go off of. Idly, she slipped her hands into those nice deep pockets of her jacket. It was those issued words to follow him that prompted an easy nod. "You aren't going to tell me anything are you." She hardly expected an answer to that question, that slight puppy pout all but ignored. She began pondering what the evening might hold and why the need for that package from the kitchen. They moved through the familiar ark hallways to where Tetradore stored his fleet of sleek steel vehicles. She paused with him as he turned to face her, her head tipped upward to meet that vibrant emerald gaze.

Tetradore's words prompted a skeptical look, his shifted demenour appeared so different than his usual brooding features accompanied with a grin that made him seem carefree. "What are you up to?" She questioned, attempting to keep her look stern and failing, his expression all together infectious. It was that very look upon his handsome face that she was sure he could have gotten her to do so much more than just closing her eyes. "Alright.... Alright... I promise, just don't let me crash into anything, deal?" Mira gave him an apprehensive look before allowing her lids to close, those long lashes fluttering softly shut. "Ok... I'm trusting you Tetty." That wasn't easy... Those very words sounded foreign on her own tongue. Trust.. a notion she was sure never to feel even if it was as simple as closing her eyes.

He grabbed her gently by the hand, leading her into that large garage, that appeared more like a show room. It smelled typical of one too, the sound of the vents humming softly, their footsteps echoing off the paved ground as he guided her in place, there was no indication as to what lay before her. He suddenly released her hand only to move behind her. That closeness was something she surprisingly anticipated and she relished in the way his hand rested upon her hip, pulling her into him in a tender embrace. How she melted into the curves of his body like they were like pieces of a puzzle that simply fit. It was the sound of clinking metal that nearly opened her eyes, that soft chiming jingle but his lips find the slope of her neck of those methodical placed kisses, coaxing a warmth to her own figure. It was almost too easy to thaw into him, to offer that neck to him as the trail of those kisses were placed. That lava responding to him synonymous to the way her body did. Her breathing hitched so slightly as his lips and breath tickled her neck, a grin finding her lips. His lips pressed near her ear as his free hand placed those keys into the palm of her hand, her fingers brushing against his own hand as she encircled the cool metal in her heated palm. "I'm not sure if I want to. I am kind of enjoying this right here.." She murmured, that voice altogether smiling like her lips, but it was her own burning need to see what stood in front of her had her eyes open.

It took her a moment to truly settle what that even meant. That recognition eventually dawning upon her face, settling there. "What?" She nearly said far too loud.. her voice slowly growing softer. "What?" She repeated discreetly as if by saying it again somehow negated how loud she was previously. She lifted the keys up in disbelief, wondering if there was some kind of mistake, like she was someone else entirely at the wrong place even though the Spanish woman clearly knew better. "Why is there Ducati hanging out with your Ninja?" She toyed with the metal in her fingertips, torn between wanting to linger in that embrace and caressing that polished perfection before her.

How the hell did he know she was dying to get her hands on a bike? Maybe because she wouldn't shut up about it, whenever they passed a bike, or a pretty one sat out in the parking lot. She turns in his grasp, not leaving much breathing room, her face mere inches away from his own, but she a complete ball of energy, if lightning could form a ball, that was Mira. "Please tell me whatever needs my attention tonight involves a motorcycle and me driving circles around you?" That tone uttered softly like down feathers. She could hardly hide that escalating excitement that grew within her chest also while being equally stumped. With no eyes upon them, she allowed her arms to wrap around his neck as if to corner him with one last question even though the desire to taste those lips. "Now, I have you cornered.. Spill. Please, what's going on? You're going to have to forgive my brain its apparently super slow and needs a second to catch up." She was entirely perplexed, yet a touch of laughter escapes her in spite attempting to keep that careful confident calm. But it would seem that apparently, motorcycles made her giddy.

I'd rather be dangerous;

MIRA RAMOS




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