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 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
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
She knew it must be killing him to wear clothes that weren't pristine and dry cleaned on the daily but she appreciated his effort. Not that she would mind if he started tearing his clothes off right now cause he couldn't stand it anymore. She didn't like the idea of him walking to the shop a few blocks over. She didn't like the idea of him going anywhere alone right now, to be honest. It just seemed too risky. She hated the idea of losing him, above all else. She knew Viktor wouldn't be fooled by them wearing "disguises." His henchmen, maybe, but not him. He'd taught her that trick, after all. When she asked about getting Chinese, he told her it was fine and she arched a brow when he mentioned chicken feet. "Should I assume you've tried them before? Cause if so, you're braver than me."
His whole body stiffened in the way she loved when she put her hand on his chest. It had been far too long since she'd been able to touch him like this. She let him lead her into the bathroom, thinking the bathtub would be better for...certain positions, but the hotel was against her because the tub was no bigger than a closet. She heard Kohl's chuckle and she shot him a look that clearly said "don't say a word" in admonishment before she let him tug her toward the shower. She felt almost giddy as he turned on the water, ready more than ever to be out of these clothes and up against him. He admitted that he was impatient because he missed her and she couldn't help but smile. He was so damn adorable sometimes. "So sweet." She teased with an arch of her brow, her lips twitching into a smirk.
But she didn't get much further cause he tugged her into his chest and her lips collided with his. She kissed him back hungrily, matching him stride for stride as their hands started to roam to remove obstacles. First went her shirt as he kissed down her neck. She leaned back, giving him free access as a weak moan left her throat. But it wasn't enough. She went for his shirt, pulling it aside before her fingers deftly worked at his jeans, freeing him down there as well. Her own lips moved to his neck, returning the favor as she found that special place behind his ear that drove him wild. His fingrs moved to her bra next, freeing her aching breasts before they traveled down to work at her own jeans. She lifted her own hips, helping him by shimmying out of the jeans and underwear even as her lips and teeth continued to wreak havoc on his neck and collarbone, kissing and suckling and nipping in her own impatience.
As his hand found her breast, she moaned again hungrily, pressing it into his warm hand as he worked the stiff peak. His other hand moved up her leg and her breath hitched with anticipation, her own kisses pausing as his fingers expertly found those wet folds that welcomed him. "Kohl..." She whispered his name in another moan as her hips arched into his hand hungrily, wanting him more than anything. She didn't even notice that the bathroom was getting steamy, her every focus on the overwhelming sensations caused by his fingers. As his fingers touched against her in the most intimate of ways, she felt herself building. It had been too long since anyone had touched her there, not even herself. She'd been too focused on finding Viktor. But here and now, there was no Viktor. Only Kohl and his sexpertise.
She gasped as her entire body went warm. "Almost there, Kohl." She murmured even as her breathing mounted almost to pants. She arched even more into his fingers aching for that sweet release she knew only he could give her.