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.
Cull & Pistol
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.
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
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
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
Kohl was so worried about the whole laying low thing, she was sure he was going to have a heart attack and it truly was a tragedy at such a young age. She hoped over time, he would see that they really didn't need to have all those luxuries he was so used to, to survive, but she knew it would definitely take more than one night. He was trying, anyway, and she admired that. She knew this couldn't be easy for him. He followed her into the room and looked around. She could already see the judgement on his face and knew it wasn't good but it was just one night. They couldn't really pick and choose right now. When he brought up the bed, she teased him about taking up space and pretended to look shocked and insulted when he said that she was a blanket thief. "Me? I would never." She said in her most innocent voice, even while batting her lashes with a teasing look.
Looking closer at him once he shut the door, she could see how how overwhelming this all must be for him. He suddenly looked so much older. She scowled thoughtfully. A part of her warned her that this was why she had pushed him away in the first place, to save him from this kind of life. But she had no choice, now. He wasn't really giving her one. As he stepped toward her, she fought the instinctive reaction to tense, reminding herself that this was Kohl. Her safe space, the love of her life. As his arms wrapped around her, she melted into him, knowing that it was exactly where she belonged. Then his lips crushed to hers and everything was as it was supposed to be. She almost hated to end the moment but knew he would thank her for being logical later. She brought up clothes and saw him look down to survery his own. He looked thoroughly displeased with what he discovered.
His clothes were actually pretty dirty, with holes and rips in them that she was sure wasn't supposed to be there. He told her there was a tourist shop not far and that he could walk there. She scowled again, not liking the idea of him being out there without a quick get away. Sure, there was a slim chance that Viktor's men were out here looking but still a chance, none the less. She chewed her bottom lip but forced herself to nod before looking at him. "How do you feel about Chinese?" She'd seen a little take out place not far from the hotel. At least then she could go get him if needed. Her attention shifted then to something far baser and instinctive, her hand moving as if by its own accord to his chest and neck. The feel of his smooth skin beneath her fingers was enough to make her shiver with anticipation. God, it had been so long.
She could tell she wasn't the only one affected when his eyes met hers, that grin that drove her crazy tugging at his lips as he kissed her and said "let's see what we're working with." She followed him readily into the bathroom, practically already panting with need and they hadn't even touched each other yet, not in any way, shape, or form of the ways she wanted to. He moved to the shower and she turned as if to pull him to the tub instead, but when she saw the pitiful size of it, she decided to go along with him. The shower had to be better. He turned on the water and she couldn't help but smirk at the groan that fell from his lips. "Impatient, much?" She murmured cheekily, even as she bit her bottom lip saucily. Then he pulled her back into him and his lips crashed on hers with a hunger she was all too eager to return.
His hands were tugging at her shirt all too soon and yet not soon enough, still. She helped him pull it up and over her head, only breaking the mad kisses in the second it took to get the shirt from between them. It seemed like lips and hands were everywhere and the bathroom heated up ten fold as she leaned her head back, letting him explore as she moaned with pleasure. She was soon tugging at his own shirt and his pants, panting with need as she sat on the small sink and pulled him to her, her lips finding that spot he loved behind his ear before trailing down his neck, kissing and suckling a path that left her on fire for more. The taste of him was intoxicating, the feel of him against her a drug like no other. How had she ever turned this away? She could only plead temporary insanity, though she only planned on pleading for one thing in the next few minutes, or hours.