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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

And know that I will never let you go;


Posted on March 08, 2020 by Mira Ramos
West

Some fear fire, but I've become it.


The rumbling chuckle that escaped Tetradore was near infectious, her lips quirked upward in an amused grin. She enjoyed that sound from him, intoxicating and masculine. Eventually with deliberate entrancing she made her way to the edge of the bed where he already saw to the removal of his shoes. That complex dance they had grown so used to partaking in, it was so entirely palpable it sent a distinct excitement within the air that appealed to both inner animal and woman. How they already knew how to prompt that desire in one another but that game of seduction was never any less enticing, the ever mercial alpha was a tough man to read. But here, there was no question, it felt like the thick heavy air that seemed to cling around him was gone. This was new, felt new and it seemed to ensnare her. How there was an almost possessive and unreasonable desire to steal him away, for longer that just one night.

Mira intended to utilize every last moment she could. Simply content to relish in him, her body desiring that mere closeness to him. It was hardly just her wolf that craved that contact, touch did not lie, there was so much to be said in that alone. Their desire for one another hardly faltered with time as she seemed to crave his very attention, that very part that seemed to claim him as her own. That attention she craved now was near impossible to quell which clearly would not work if he did not feel the same. It was there within the depths of her gaze that peered upon his own almost curiously, that unspoken question lingering for but a breath of a moment. She leaned in forward for that kiss she longed for, the caress of his fingers upon her cheek, cupping her face that caused her to slightly press into that gentle touch. He was always so strikingly gentle.

So careful like she was porcelain and she might shatter beneath his tender touch. It would have been easy to melt into it and yet how badly she wished to awaken his ardour and the sleep man himself. The passion that needed to be awoken, that near palpable force that could sweep them away. Yet the maddening woman pulled away, the absence of her affordered her a look of protest as his eyes fluttered open within the vivid emerald pools of his gaze. That tease fresh upon her lips, as the she-wolf coaxed him onto her playing field.

She barely had a moment to wait for his reply, that suggestive look upon her feminine features flashed before he closed that very gap, his actions dominant as his kiss. That kiss grew and yet she infuriatingly pulled back again! Even as her body craved for his very embrace she knew those clothes had to come back. The very look upon his face was enough to draw forth a molten chuckle before her fingers found the hem of her shirt, her intent clear. She enjoyed that masculine look within his emerald eyes as his igniting gaze traversed downwards upon the familiar curves of her body.

Yet, still she proceeded to toy with him, which earned nothing more than that roll of his eyes before her shirt fluttered to the ground. He reached for her with far more honed purpose, that virile demand alone seemed to stir something deep inside of her as she squeaked as he pulled her onto that bed before she laughed, that desire made that very sound almost thicker. "I thought you were enjoying the word play." She uttered playfully yet there was something almost sinful in her liquid golden gaze, Tetradore deftly removed his own shirt revealing his chiselled torso that drew her gaze. While it could have been easier to undress completely, there was part of her that intensely enjoyed peeling off each others clothes. There was something utterly primal about it, that steady anticipation building up to the main event. How she adored the feel of his skin, the demanding press of his lips against her own. It caused her blood to heat, her skin to come alive with an ache for his touch. How she could never tire of this. They had come a long way since that first time, those touches far more practiced even if he seemed almost tense those moments she took control. She attested it to his inner alpha. That need to be in control and it was a careful dance of knowing just what buttons to press and when.


It wasn't long before they were both free from the restrictions of clothing, the pair near eager to lose themselves. By the end of it, she was near cursing his own pants. Although she could hardly help the way she grazed him through the fabric as she aided him in that very pursuit. Her hands roved every part of him like it was uncharted territory but those touches knew exactly where to be placed, her mouth soon followed and the sound of his hitched breath rewarded her efforts. If she could consume those very sounds she would, it was the grandest reward to her. When his hands met their mark she could have come undone, he was almost getting too good at that.

Time itself seemed to melt away, lost to heated kisses, deepened breaths and sounds of pleasure. He was a patient lover and with the pair with nowhere to go seemed to take full advantage of it. Sleep was abandoned all together, any ounce of tiredness hardly assaulted him now. By the time they entwined, her body was more than ready for him. In fact, she was reduced to a ball of need that only he could offer her. Those very words uttered that if he wanted her then he should take her had finally been the catalyst to move with clear purpose. God that sensation of him inside of her, was nothing short of exquisite. They found their own rhythm, each one of them knew exactly knew the position and movement to achieve that perfect contact. How she arched into him. An inferno created for two. He knew exactly what angle that sent tremors through her. She didn't know where she began and he ended.

That pace increased the closer they got to sweet oblivion, it was like he could read her near perfectly, their bodies working in toe-curling perfection. That shift in her breathing, those near desperate mewling notes floated from her lips. She could hardly prepare for that build up she knew was coming, it nearly devoured her entirely ripping her from this world. She clutched at him near desperately as if she would lose herself completely at that sweet ecstasy of release. But not without him.

She clenched around him as wave after wave of pleasure saw her near musical cries uttered into his caramel flesh. It was not long before he followed suit, the sound that left him was enough to have her cry out once more as that sensation of pleasure roared through her. She hardly cared who could hear them. There was something different about the way he moved, the dominant edge of his movements and his very body. He felt freer. Although in some ways, so did she. Her hair a tousled array, they seemed to release a soft sigh in unison. Tetradore rolled onto his back, near collapsing onto his back and Mira peered up in the ceiling lost to pure undiluted bliss for but a moment uttering those appreciative words. "Goddamn.. Tetradore. You were incredible." She uttered near breathlessly. We were incredible, she thought in smug satisfaction. The thought of bringing that satisfied glint to him made her nearly smug as a canine by a fireplace.

Mira content to rest, but still yearning for his contact as she snuggled into his warmth, that perfect little nook she could have lived in. Her fingers lazily drew aimless patterns upon his skin as if they served some purpose other than that satisfied comfort between lovers. She could have gotten lost to the sound of his breath, entirely sated she hardly wished for anything more. She was almost surprised to feel the sweet press of his lips upon her forehead, his mouth lingered for a moment longer that made her feel entirely adored. She nuzzled into him then as if she sought to get closer which was near impossible already with her cheek pressed against him.

It would have been easy to be lost in the serene clutches of sleep then, even as her golden eyes peered out that massive window. The view changed that beautiful pink and red sunset painted the sky that bathed their golden bodies in that beautiful glow. It wasn't until the rich vibrations of his baritone voice that caused her to shift her head slightly so that her golden eyes could roll up to peer at him. Their eyes locked for a moment as that happy smile tugged upon her lush lips still swollen from those feverish kisses. "It is.. But while I am looking forward to it. I don't think I am as keen on the day ending though."A soft uttering of honesty. Was it forbidden to utter those words? She hardly cared. Even though she could not deny that allure of sleep tugging at her lids. Yet determination alone saw to her sitting upward before she pressed her own lips to his in an affectionate kiss before she rose from the irresistible comfort of that bed. It assaulted her as her bare feet padded against the cool ground.

She plucked the bag full of snacks and fruits from where she left them before returning promptly back to that bed, enjoying the sight of her satisfied alpha nestled in those sheets. She placed the bag between them, eager for the warmth of those dishevelled sheets.

She plucked a black fleshed apple from within that bag that they had found in the market place along with lychees and other exotic fruits. She seemed to examine it as she brought it to her face to examine. "This has to be the most expensive apple I have ever seen... Did you even know black apples existed until today? I bet no one can say they've eaten a black apple in a 7-star hotel. Two things I never knew existed until today." She peered down at it with fascination and wariness.. Was it black inside too? What even made it that way. There was only one way to find out. She brought that crisp fruit to her lips sinking her teeth into its flesh. She was pleasantly surprised by its sweetness. She happily chewed, savoured and swallowed. "mmm... you need to try this.. It isn't at all like you would expect it to." She grinned, breaking that apple in two near equal parts before offering it to him. She was eager to see his expression.

Her golden eyes peered upon the enigma that was Tetradore, her gaze turned thoughtful, her features glowing from incredible sex. She remembered that conversation when they first met, that first night. They had come a long way since that night she had fallen into the silver jaws of that trap. " Are you at all curious why I wanted to wait until nightfall?" She finally questioned, pausing long enough for an answer.

He had always seemed to safeguard his secrets so close to his chest and yet... perhaps that shift between them would prompt some of that sharing. "I suppose I could just tell you.. But I am afraid... no one other than my family knows this about me..." How rarely she ever brought up her family, the thought of them at Negan's mercy often brought her nothing more than distress. Tonight it filled her with a fondness that entered her eyes, her heartwarming at the thought of her sister. How she missed them all.. She thought she would be immune to her own will steadfast in her choice to leave them behind. Severing those ties meant to keep them safe left her with a small feeling of homesickness that arose from time to time. Her gaze met his own in contemplation.

"I swear if you laugh.." She gave him a stern look that lacked true conviction, her nose wrinkling.

"... I wanted to be an astronaut." She paused almost.. A little embarrassed it felt like a childish dream now. It might have seemed random, she never talked about that part of her life. Hell, she almost laughed at herself, instead she continued. "Before I turned... I got into my university of choice and everything,I had a plan, I knew exactly what I wanted to do... I guess.. You could say the stars aligned.. Until they didn't.." Her expression almost sheepish then as her finger toyed absentmindedly upon the sheet over her knee. "As a kid I was mesmerized by the night sky. My room was plastered in those.. You know... those silly tiny glow in the dark stars.. Even in high school. I stuck them to the ceiling in the shapes of constellations. They helped me sleep.. My parents bought me them along with every book imaginable that had to do with astronomy. I think in an effort... to make sure I didn't go outside at night and wander. I will never forget how badly I startled them the first time... They were worried because of the increasing population of el lobos." Go figure.

"I didn't stop going out either.." Her eyes reflected the setting sun, a mischievous tug of her lips before her gaze returned back to him.

"I never stopped.. I still go out. I steal away to our cove.. Not just to practice with my powers but to look up. I can't say I ever felt lonely when I looked up at the stars.. I even have a telescope." Her cheeks blushed at the admission. " Now you know my secret.. Surely you have one or two..." She peered at him almost curiously, tipping her head slightly in an almost all too canine manner, hoping he would catch the hint and see that opening she intentionally placed before him.

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