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

You never live until you think you're gonna die;


Posted on January 28, 2020 by Mira Ramos
West

Some fear fire, but I've become it.


It was the mention of those newfound abilities that seemed to draw his attention and rightfully so. It would seem the time spent together hardly included much of her abilities, in lieu of more enjoyable topics. Her powers, considering their volatile nature had, for the most part, stayed within the safety of her cove. "There is, I just don't trust it though. That ash you saw, that's probably one of the more easier to control out of the others. I am one step away from turning into a volcano myself."That insistence entirely honest, a frown drew upon her brows. How do you explain such things, the power behind them, words didn't seem to do it justice. " When we get home, come with me to the cove. I will show you what I've learned." There was so much in such a short period of time. She could only hope it wouldn't consume her. She refused to let her own worries about her abilities sully the trip. In fact, she was almost relieved for the subject change. Every moment that passed by the more the worries seemed to dissipate. They savoured the scenic views as they drove a steady pace through that relatively simple route. There was so much to see, so many places she desired to explore. Those unique snacks and exotic fruits seemed to hold special interest, to the woman. She ended up with quite the impressive treasure trove of goodies, proud of all she had found, she was sure they both would enjoy it later. How eagerly she attempted that coaxing of yet another laugh to his lips. Regardless of that outcome, she found she enjoyed every second of it. It was like they could simply be themselves, leagues, away from a home that didn't even so much as whisper to them. Of course, what trip would be complete without a souvenir? She hardly cared that it was cheesy as hell, having grown particularly attached to a pair of cheesy shot glasses with unabashed pride. She did watch on with curiosity to see if anything seemed to garner his own attention.

How easy it was to want to explore that very city with him, to get lost down those intricate, near hectic streets full of people. But that yawn that escaped her companion surely showed the man's exhaustion of the use of his powers intermixed with that journey and now those stops seemed to take its clear toll upon her weary alpha. She could feel that desire just to rest. That promise of the hotel room seemed all but a relief to her. Fortunately, the drive there wasn't a terribly long one. The hotel she has envisioned in her mind was a standard run of the mill hotel, perhaps like the Four Seasons or the Hilton. Not this. This was not an ordinary hotel at all. In fact, it looked like a castle more than anything else!

The castle turrets impressively looked like it touched the magnificent blazing sun itself. It screamed opulence to its core, those grounds manicured that not a blade remained unkempt, not a stitch of garbage or a tree left not perfectly maintained. That drive toward its entrance felt secluded and private as if whisking you far away from the city's bustle. She had seen nothing like it in all of her life, certainly not a hotel. It was beautiful. "What is this place?" She uttered near breathlessly, not quite expecting that answer as there were so many facets to that very question. Her golden eyes feasted upon the impressive lavish sight before her. Being whisked away to a foreign land and racing along the open roads in her new jacket perched upon a Ducati was certainly more than enough to impress her. In fact, this was one of the only true indications of the man's seemingly enigmatic interest outside of Ark. How she was hardly prepared for anything of this magnitude. Was he even aware of it himself?

Now, the valet. She could not remember the last time she had given her vehicle to anyone else to park. Ever. There was a certain wrongness in entrusting someone so inherently valuable to her.

It was with Tetradore's own ease of the transaction that indicated for her to follow suit. It took barely a moment to dismount her own bike, peeling the helmet off of her head. She shook out her long tousled mane behind her as if it felt delicious to do so, after all, no one likes helmet hair, she was no different. She ran her hand through it slightly as if in an efforts to tame it, before she peered around to see the congregated people by the valet booth, staring. Mira unsure why before offering a rather pointed look that sent them back to doing whatever menial task to look busy. Perhaps, it was how she looked? A cultural thing? But she swore she saw other motorcycles in Hong Kong and leather jackets. This wasn't the stone ages, yet she could not be sure. Fortunately, an older gentleman politely approached her next, giving her the same collection slip as he gave Tetradore, taking her set of keys from her. She gave the bikes a last once over, holding, taking the collected goods they had acquired before entering the grand foyer. The outside was grand but this took it to another level, the marble floors gleamed with polished perfection, the lobby was fit for a giant with exceptional taste.

Before Mira could even make a comment the receptionist desk greeted them eagerly. No annoying lines or hold-ups to be had. "Wow.." She uttered, clearly taken aback, as she attempted to take it all in. Her fingers tightening upon the handle of her plastic bag and helmet chin strap that dangled betwixt her fingers. She could only wonder where those sprawling staircases led to. Tetradore seemed as always his cool, calm collected self if he was at all taken aback by the sight of this magnificent place he hardly showed it. It was the mention of his full name that seemed to surprise her, drawing her golden gaze to him once more. When was the last time she head that first name? Probably when she all but pried it from him the night they met. They truly had come a long way since then. She leaned against the countertop with ease, remaining close to him. The friendly woman's eyes seemed to light up when she saw something upon her screen, Mira paying extra close attention as if she searched for a hint of what caused that response while also attempting for a hint of... subtlety. If only that lasted.

She could hardly halt that wide grin that spread across her lush lips, one she was determined to tame for everyone's sake, but it took every last ounce of composure. Lord Tetradore. How amusing that was? She was grateful no one called her lady or she was quite sure she would have lost all composure. Lord was enough for them both. That was certainly when you realized you were at a hotel a league of its own when they started giving you titles. She found it fitting considering that castle theme, how they could utter it with a straight face, she would truly like to know their secret. The bow, however, seemed to tip it over. She had to look away, the woman taking to focus upon the way the sun pierced through those intricate windows overhead. They fucking bowed at you here?

Tetradore received those keys before he turned to her, the woman trying desperately to tame her intense bout of amusement before she pushed off the counter and made their way to the elevators. There seemed to be staff everywhere. Eager to serve. It was almost overwhelming. Inside the elevators, it would seem they had escaped the prying eyes for now. She leaned in slightly after his prompted words. "Kind of nice? Have you seen better, m'lord?" She teased, bumping into him almost playfully, that curl to her full lips hardly diminishing. It was after all, kind of fitting a title at this castle. The doors slid closed without another guest trying to hijack their elevator, sweet solitude at last. A whispering breath escaped her at once, she swore she would not be surprised if a butler popped out the walls offering them champagne. "This place is amazing, how did find it?" The elevator rose, the woman oblivious to which floor was selected only that the ride to the top took slightly longer than she anticipated. Tetradore, however, looked both relieved to have made it to this sanctuary despite looking worn to his very bones. worn to his bones. The elevator chimed a happy sound before the doors graciously opened to admit them to the penthouse floor.

That long lavish hallway should have been an indication enough that it was no mere king-sized suite. Yet that occurrence never quite settled upon her, even as they made their way to those large double doors. She should have guessed and yet she could hardly help that gasp once Tetradore wielded his room key with dexterous ease. Mira gasped once inside, it was huge. The rooms had rooms, what she expected to be just a place to rest your head... became so much more than that. It seemed.. well fit for a king. "Oh my god.." She spoke in pure unadulterated shock, placing down the bag full of goodies on one of the many decorative tables in the room to wander around. Surely this wasn't just for them? But that was how rooms worked. There were so many places to sit... so many rooms to explore and utilize. Tet had already bypassed most of it, his mind seemingly singularly focused on the room that possessed the bed. She lingered just behind him.

The room was impressive, the bed large and inviting, even it had lavish drapes to frame it. That view of the large window... Yet... as much as that... intrigued her. As much as she wanted to sit in every chair... to poke around everything that room had to offer... all she could think of was the man behind its orchestration. He had planned all of this, for her, for them to enjoy. The best sights, the best room. He certainly didn't lack any kind of thought. How she would have been impressed with far less. He had to know that right? How it hardly mattered that the view was the best in the city, that they were like royalty for a night. She found it was his company she wished to enjoy.

She seemed to stare at him for a good long minute. "Fit for a king, or should I say Lord?" She could hardly help the melodious giggle that escaped her. No way she was letting that one go. She teased playfully idly only in part, before removing her new leather jacket, letting it fall from her shoulders, placing it neatly on the back of one of that dark blue chaise lounge. "I never thought I was into grand gestures. But then, I have never been swept across oceans, travelling the most beautiful roads I've seen only to end up... in a castle. We've had quite the eventful day." She admitted her tone light and playful.

She hardly knew what prompted all of this, but she liked it. Liked him. She enjoyed just being near him, with him. It hardly mattered where but that and this exotic location seemed to bring out something in her. How dangerously close she was to say those words... how careless she would have been to potentially shatter that very moment. She hardly wanted to ruin this moment because it didn't matter. Because in this very moment, they chose each other. That spoke volumes enough in itself.

He didn't need to go to all these lengths to impress her. But it would have been a lie if she didn't feel impressed, by that planning, by him. But this was uncharted territory, for them both. She swore she could feel that exciting tension rising through the large room. It was to fall into bed with him, that was never their problem, the two always dancing on the delicate line they had created. Just when she had gotten used to travelling right, he veered left. Getaways were not for casual flings.. they were for significant others or mistresses. Oh she hoped to hell she was not a mistress and yet.. what else was there? Yet perhaps... there was something. How she couldn't stand for labels and yet here she was labelling it anyways. Why not just be happy with undefined? How fitting it was for them. It was still quite comfortable and there were no rules to abide by. There amidst everything else, in a sea of labels... was them. Who needed definitions if she was happy in this very moment? If he seemed happy? Then again, when did Tet ever outwardly seem happy? But she felt she could just tell, she knew him well enough to know that one.

"Tet?" She paused as if she thought of something in that content stillness while she peered out of that massive window overlooking that brilliant view. She hesitated for a moment before she turned smoothly to face him, making no move to close that distance between them.

"I know you're tired.. but.. what I would give to see this place at night." How badly she wanted to see those stars, the constellations at this very spot, across the world. It would be so different from home, she knew it. She hardly knew what time it was there, nor did she care, willing to push back sleep as much as possible. All she knew She bit her lip in contemplation, not using her voice to elaborate her reason why. And... yet her mind wasn't 100% on the sky... or the universe and its inhabitance. It was upon him and remembering those enticing kisses he had stolen in his garage before. It burned within her mind.

"I am afraid I can be terribly convincing, I think you know this by now... especially when I have more than a few ways we could pass the time. I suppose I could also be coerced into called you my lord for the night, if your into that sort of thing. But I am open to suggestions." She could hardly help that suggestive lilt to her voice, raising her hand slightly that toying grin upon her lips. That molten laughter soon followed, and yet something questioning seemed to linger within her eyes. The distance between then palpable. Surely she could find a way to bring that life to him once more. After all, there were activities besides speeding that could boost once adrenaline. "Or of course, if you'd rather sleep... That bed does seem irresistable." She gestured toward it. Surely he didn't bring her here just for sleep.

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