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.

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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

Moving through the event horizon;


Posted on September 22, 2019 by Mira Ramos
West


That leather jacket did wonders at keeping the cool cutting nip that possessed in the air around them, the fresh ocean air pressing against her own naturally warm body. Mira's golden gaze peering out at the crashing waves in the distance. There was something peaceful about it, soothing to her very mind and soul. That utterance met with little resistance. She loved the ocean, how she could have remained land locked for most of her life, she hardly knew. Never again, was that hidden vow she had made to herself. Mira broke her gaze from the ocean, a delicate smile tugged upon her lips as she noticed the heaviness that clung Tetradore while Mira was biting with a fueled with a jolt of renewed energy. That excitement sparking the woman to life. It didn't take much to figure out where they were, the massive sprawling structure they currently perched on all but obvious.

It was then that the promise of food so lured her back to Tetradore's sleepy side. That teleportation clearly taking a toll upon the panther. Mira easily settled by his side food in tow, their leather clad arms pressing against each other. Her subconscious craving for that touch even still they so stuffed their faces with that decidedly delicious morsels of what seemed like a fancy pizza pocket the kitchen had concocted for them, speaking between mouthfuls.

That mention of Raven caused the woman to laugh with mirth. He had a point, the other she-wolf truly enjoyed those cooking duties, she nodded in agreeance. "I think the cooks would like the challenge.. I think I could arrange.. something." She wondered out loud, that good natured scheme blooming within her mind, find a certain amusement in that thought.

The complimentary flavours within her mouth lingered until she finished that final bite, there was no way she was going to let it go to waste, not when it tasted this good. Fortunately, that she-wolf had no qualms with being fed. She stole a few secret little glimpses of a king finally free from burden, that heavy crown traded in for that night. Being so far away would certainly do it. In a moment he pulled himself to his feet, that action fluid with the grace of the feline that dwelled beneath his skin. There was something mesmerizing with the way he moved, something distinctly him. Offering a hand she slid her slender hand into his hand, all but leaping swiftly to her feet, stretching after she did, wiping her jeans off. Mira could hardly quell that excitement, that was clearly enough to pull out a rewarding grin upon his own lips. Ready? Of course, she was that flutter of excitement could hardly be ignored any longer, the promise of those open roads and the Ducati she so yearned to drive. Before he moved to leave, she caught a glimpse of marinara lingering stubbornly. "Oh wait.." Mira suddenly snatched his hand, in a clear movement she so tugged him closer toward her. "You have a little something.." She reached her hand to his cheek, using her thumb to wipe away that remaining food, her eyes meeting his own. In glimpse of affection, she pressed her lips in an almost teasing stolen kiss.. lingering for a second longer than she had anticipated. She took a step back releasing him, backing up with a teasing expression. "Rogue marinara, I couldn't leave it.." With a playful shrug that matched her expression before no longer neglecting those bikes for a moment longer. The promise of adventure laying before them, like a surreal tease.

That mention that he could sleep met with a rather nonchalant mention of a hotel as he swung his leg over his bike. Hotel? They were spending the night in China? How entirely unexpected and yet only fueled that question. Why did he go through all this trouble, to concoct this impromptu.... Date for her? After all, they were people of stolen moments and glances. This surprise was so left field she could hardly hide that look of astonishment from her face, but she could hardly deny that promise of a night alone prompted a mischievous thought of all they could do, she rose a brow, considering. "Wait what?" Which was only met with the sudden roar of his engine. Alright, so perhaps she would just need to ride out the mystery and simply give into it. For the first time she started her own bike, with those keys already within the ignition. She could have cried out in excitement, the familiar rumble of a bike beneath her was nothing short of genuinely exhilarating. Not to mention, it was the woman's dream bike.

Her heart fluttered for a moment watching those gauges rise and settle. Never before had to been on a bike like this one, she could hardly hide that satisfied grin that met her golden eyes. She could hardly wait to unleash all that power, to push that very bike. She knew Tetradore shared that same need for speed. That helmet was placed upon her head, secured in place before their hands touched.

A moment later teleportation enveloped them, each time feeling slightly better than the next, with barely a moment suspended in that velveteen darkness they landed upon that dirt road beside the wall. She hardly realized just the sheer size of it, in comparison to them.. How small it made her feel and yet in the best of ways. No responsibilities, no other thoughts than that crimson bike and the handsome companion at her side. There was something romantic about it, this moment. That dangerous territory they had often tiptoed into but were careful not to linger too long. She hardly wanted to sort out her feelings, hardly wanted to ruin this distinct moment in time. All she wanted in this very moment was to test that bikes limits, to get lost with him.

Come on. Was all Tetradore said, those two words could not be anymore sweeter to her ears. "You have no idea how long I have been dying for you to say that. Alright kitty cat.. lets see if you can keep up with the wolves." There was a hint of a frisky teasing challenge in those words, she made that engine rev in response, waiting for Tetradore to lead the way to the main road. She hardly knew where they were going and it was the promise of such an adventure that made it exhilarating in every fashion.. All she needed was a little bit of pavement, instead of this graveled road was all she needed to let that bike go. She bit her lip in anticipation even though it had been some time since she had ridden, it felt as natural as the last day. Barley a moment later, his bike so accelerated far too fast upon that loose surface, causing a spray of rocks behind him. Oh he was going to play it like that, was he. In a sudden instance she joined him, carefully as to not lose control on that unstable surface. The last thing she needed was to wipe out before they even began. If she was nervous it hardly show, her golden eyes gleaming. Not a moment too soon, they met that sweet... sweet pavement they both so craved. She nodded toward that open road where not a single care lay out before them. For but a moment, they could not be more free than this very moment. At least that was the feeling for her. "Feel awake yet?" She questioned, reaching for his mind like an intimate caress before accelerating with a jolt, the front of that bike nearly rising into a wheeling at that sheer momentum. The roar of the engine causing the woman to laugh, the sheer exhilaration flowing through her as that pavement below became nothing more than a blur, a satisfied sound left her, lost entirely to wind. In an instant they both gave into that speed they so clearly have been longing for. It felt like an itch that needed to be scratched, that very thunderous sound of her powerful engine felt nothing short exquisite as they both lurched forward.. she might have came out in the lead for the moment, but she knew Tetradore was not far behind.. Oh baby, this was going to be good, she could feel it.

mira ramos

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