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

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 (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

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Manager Raven Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford


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

burn, baby, burn

Posted on November 26, 2019 by Kohl

Her sudden query on my experience with chicken feet prompted the singular raise of an eye. Honestly, I was almost ashamed to admit I had tried it. Once. As an accident. The experience possibly having scared me for life after realising I had eaten something that an animal used to walk around on the ground with. The unsanitary ground. No amount of boiling, frying or baking, to my mind, was ever going to make that sort of food ...palatable. Frankly it was a fucking miracle I hadn't landed in the emergency room with food posioning. Kat's insistence that I was 'braver' than her for having tried it readily prompted a soft snort to my lips as my head shook slightly, the blue gold of my gaze meeting her own as amusement found my features all the same.

"I'm not sure I'd call it brave so much as accidental ingestion. For the record though, they taste mostly like chicken but with a lot more crunch. I don't recommend them."

Whatever else I'd been attempting to say was abruptly cut off by the feel of her hand agianst my chest, my entire figure seeming to pause in a ready anticipation at that singular touch. Alright, so I was a little bit hopeless when it came to Kat and yet it had been far, far to long. Hell, I couldnt even remember the last time id been celibate for this long. I'd begun to live in fear that certain critical appendages might forget how to function from lack of use. How decidedly little coaxing it took to have my hand nestle in her own and begin to guide her towards the bathroom with every intention of making use of that tub. This hotel, it seemed, was determined to be agianst us from the very beginning, that tub so entirely small that it would would take an act of God to get one of us in it, let alone two. Shower it is then. What can I say? I am nothing short of adaptable when I choose to be. That look Kat shoot me at the realization the tub was bordering upon being nothing more then a large bucket readily coaxed that chuckle to my lips once more and yet I was inclined enough to heed that warning without offering further comment. I reached smoothly past Kat then to turn on that water and let it begin to run. No part of me inclined to believe that heat would be as automatic as it should be. Perhaps, by the time we were ready- that water would be too.

How easy it was to tug her agianst me then. My lips finding her own with no lack of desire or simple, basal want. That once dull, distant ache in my loins had become a near pain that refused to be ignored as Kat returned that kiss with equal passion. My fingers easily found the hem of her shirt then as I pulled it smoothly up and over hear head before returning my lips to the soft slope f her neck and the sensitive skin there. God how much I craved that feeling of skin on skin. Kat, it seemed, was equally inclined to find herself impatient tonight as her fingers found the hem of my own shirt before catching at the waistline of my jeans and working them downward. Just how ready I was for her so entirely clear in that moment I stepped free of those jeans. Her lips found my neck again then, working upward to that place just behind my ear that seemed to coax a reaction each and every time. The feel of her lips brushing across that very place so forcing that groan from my throat. God I wanted her. Yet- there was still to many clothes in the way. I leaned easily into her touch then, her lips working that glorious pattern agianst my neck as my fingers found the clasp of her bra only to allow it to fall before tossing it to the side. One hand trailed upward to that first soft swelling of flesh, my thumb easily brushing agianst that sensitive peak, teasing it into a firmer, finer point as that moan fell from her. I'd always loved the sounds she made.

My free hand moved to work at her jeans, Kat more then willing to assist by lifting her hips upward, allowing me to slide that denim fabric and underwear from her figure to leave them pooled in a pile upon the bathroom floor. My hand returned to her thigh then, sliding easily upward and over that smooth, creamy flesh and toward that apex. Kat's breath hitched in ready anticipation, that sound alone entirely glorious to hear as my fingers found the moist, warm folds at her center. Her own kisses paused as she uttered my name, those pleasurable sensations, it seemed, having readily began to overtake her now. God how sexy those sounds were! Her body seemed to arch all the more willingly agianst my own as she gasped once more, her words all most breathless in that assurance she was entirely close to that pleasurable peak she desired and I saw no reason to deny. That firm caresses of my fingers increased, affording her only more of those practised strokes as my lips found her own a final time. Stealing another kiss. The hand that rested upon her breast dropped smoothly to her waist before my fingers gently ceased that caressing, my other hand lifted to rest upon her other hip now, steadying her just so for what I intended.

My lips pulled gently back from that ardent kiss only to lower my head down to that sweet center of her figure that my hand had only moments ago seen to stroking, my fingers replaced instead with my lips and tongue. This, after all, was so often a far more pleasurable way to bring about that release. Her position upon that bench placing her figure at a near perfect height for such things. Tonight, here and now, I had every intention of giving her that pleasurable high she desired. God how I lived watching her come apart.

k o h l
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